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“‘Tis merely practice, mademoiselle,” he answered. “Many years of it.”
“You must have a great gift,” she said. “Anyone else would have cracked their skulls open!”
“And so I did, a dozen times.”
“Yet you lived to tell about it.”
“I have a very hard skull.”
“And so you do. Thick-headed, indeed.” She stepped closer to the rope, reaching up tentatively to test its strength. “Why, it’s as thin as my embroidery silks.”
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