’ ‘Don’t start arguing again, for God’s sake,’ snapped Roding irritably, dragging out his own large pocket-handkerchief. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. ‘Ah, bah, it is enough,’ she cried, and turning, ran out of the room. F. ‘Because I love you. "Fly!" cried Jack; "escape if you can; don't mind me.
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