” Carolyn shushed him modestly. ‘Mad as hatters!’ ‘It is you who is mad,’ mademoiselle told him crossly. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. ‘Do not mix yourself in mine, and perhaps you will not die.
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