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Now it is—’ ‘What are you doing still here, missie, that’s what I’d like to know?’ demanded the man Trodger, sticking to his guns. Even given that he was hopelessly enamoured of the wench, a fact which was obvious to the meanest intelligence. “A little touchy this evening, aren’t we, Missy?” Michelle chided her friend. I've seen many a clever cracksman, but never one like him. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. Give me my pistol and my dagger. He was an imaginative young man.
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