”“Not until Reaping?” That was three months—a lifetime, it seemed to her. Cuthbert looked surprised. It talks!”“Yes. It was over.
“Please send a message to Mayor Thorin, thanking him for his kindness and telling him that he’ll see us tomorrow, at eight o’ the clock, prompt. Stockworth,” she said, and passed on before she could embarrass herself further. There had been a wary truce between the two of them since the shouting match about the shirts, and Susan didn’t want to be the one to break it. He reached out one trembling hand and straightened it.
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