Rain changed to hail, then 154 sleet, then snow. “Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. I’ll get in trouble. It’s just upon my lunch-time. “I must repeat,” Sir John said, “that I much regret disturbing you at such an unseemly hour.
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