” She said fretfully. ’ ‘Between the devil and the deep blue sea, he were,’ agreed Pottiswick’s daughter. . Your husband could have told you that. She alone of them all knew that he was on the first leg of the terrible journey to the beach. “But I am your husband,” he said. ‘But you,’ she said in the friendliest way imaginable, ‘are a person tout à fait sympathique, I think. ‘Will you let be?’ Instead she grasped his hand tighter. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go.
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