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desire my company."
"I do."
"Oh mistress high-and mighty will be joinin' us?" Annah grumbled, "Ach,
what do we need her for?"
Morte bobbed and clicked his teeth, "You couldn't possibly understand."
"I wish she would fall from a great height... I might even bump her off
meself."
Grace smiled and bowed her head, "Well, if you excuse me, I have some
arrangements to take care of before we leave."
"While you're at it, you should probably get rid of all the armoires in the
Brothel and use them as firewood."
"Ah!" Fall-From-Grace laughed softly, and her eyes sparkled. "A practical
thought indeed."
I grunted, "Luis is in serious need of a carpenter to trim that libido of his."
She smiled, "I do believe I will enjoy your company. I'll only be a moment,
please, have some tea until I return."
Chapter 59
"There you are, sir... four Arborean firewines and a shiftspice tea." The
paunchy little man behind the bar smiled as I dropped a handful of coins
into his palm. Everything in the Clerk's Ward was a good deal more
expensive, but I'd never seen glasses so clean.
"Here you go, Annah," I handed her a glass of wine. She had been sulking
behind us a bit ever since we left the brothel, and I could feel those eyes
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