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She could tell it was new territory for him and he might
lose the nerve to take them off himself, without the aid of
drink. The old woman told him she had no such article to dispose of, but
recommended him to a neighbouring blacksmith. She was quite tired of the stream of visitors and
heard with relief the words of her newfound great-aunt, addressed to her son’s
butler. Her mother informed her of the betrothal on the first
painful day of her menarche, shortly after her eleventh
birthday. "
"Hoddy," she repeated. His two wives have been here. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not
even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. "
"Proceed, Sir," said Trenchard, breathing hard. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. Why should WE hoard? We aren’t going
out presently, like Japanese lanterns in a gale. "
"What did I say?"
"Only one word," she said, offering her first white lie.
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