"I shall breathe more freely dere. ” He held his breath as she reached over the stick shift and touched his face. Shame and electricity coursed through her veins, flowing directly from him in a flash flood. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. “But a boy—a boy goes out into the world and presently stands on his own feet. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword.
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