We men are like children. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. His father was one of my old customers, and I am happy to find his son treading in his steps. . I have calculated my chances, you perceive. ‘Coward,’ she threw at him, brandishing the sword.
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