We'll lather him with mud, shave him with a rusty razor, and drench him with aqua pompaginis. ’ ‘Will you indeed? Truly?’ His smile held so much tenderness, she was tempted to surrender at once. “I think,” he said, “that I would fetch any one whom he has asked to see. Wood, with a look meant to reduce her supposed rival to the dust.
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