So much had she told him, and the light had gone from her eyes, the song from her lips.,
Harry wavered. "And if I be tellin' ye," he compromised, "ye'll be givin' a promise not to pass it along, thin? Wull ye now?",
"I hope your cold is better, Mr Greyquill," said she, making to proceed in her walk..
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