She heard their feet and muffled voices. She saw marks in the dirt where he had been pacing. ‘You damned little fool! How dared you steal my sword?’ Her eyes flew open. “Isn’t there a brother to kick him?” “Mere satisfaction,” reflected Ogilvy. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. ” “I know.
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