A minute pressure inwards showed him that it was not locked. Panting with effort, she held her point menacingly at Gosse’s chest. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. "Stop!" groaned Blueskin. And it's a maxim of universal application: or, at least, of universal practice. You deal with her.
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