‘You’re the most troublesome wretch I’ve ever encountered,’ he told her bitterly. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow. I had done my research on jet propulsion and I figured that I could build a simple engine for it. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. Yet the smoke was curling upwards in a faint innocent-looking cloud to the ceiling. Then the dagger’s point came in a whirling arc towards his face. “I expected you this morning,” he said.
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