When I was eight or nine, the Duke bought me a doll. I'd never had one. Gran was more inclined to give me a Cornish Pixie to dress up, one that had been drugged up on potion, and Dodger wasn't inclined to give me anything at all, except perhaps a mug of mead to make me sleepy and quiet. The Duke bought me a doll because my brother, Adair, didn't
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Let us just say that there are barriers to activity that cannot be helped. Not helped by me alone, at least. I am not always able to slip out from the floorboards, so people assume that I am un-aware and un-seeing.
Can you possibly know what I mean, chaser? You who has gone to such lengths to be un-seen?
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I don't imagine that you care to know me outside the exchange of business, but since business is already in play, we should meet soon to re-assess the terms.
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I'll stop by tomorrow afternoon.
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