” He bit, feeling the numb desire to maul her. ‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair. 'But I don't desire to spoil sport,—not I. “You were never born,” he declared, “to follow the well worn roads. Through fire and water, through penury and pestilence, your hand will always be on his shoulder.
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