He reached for her glass, making her take a big gulp, and then a second and a third. Whether I’ll be able to get him around is another matter. “I was just reading that poem. How’s he feeling today?”“Just fine,” snapped Fen.
“It’ll only upset you. While they were having coffee, a particularly revolting old gipsy woman came up and tried to read their fortunes. Next moment a pretty dark-haired mother had rushed forward, sworn at the dog and gathered up the child, covering him with kisses. But if you insist on finding that out for yourself, don’t come whining to me when he ditches you.
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