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She had heard the trader utter it many times. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this. And now YOU’RE on the war-path. She could hardly remember his face except for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes. His shouts for help were answered by roars of mockery and laughter. She guarded her mother, or at least she had liked to think so. ’ Joan nodded, her face still averted.
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