For every Eden, there will be a serpent; for every sheepfold, there will be a wolf. ‘Idiot!’ ‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to hold her off. His face changed and she saw, with a stab at her heart, the dawning of irritation in his eyes. John eased off. "I shall need little more. He glanced up at Roding and met his eyes. "His shin may need rubbing.
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