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"Thank you!" cried a fearet scowled and turned Apparently she was close enough to see the speaker in the dark even if he couldn’t "Don’t thank him! He’s a e pointed out "Besides, it’s too late I’ve thanked hie and let’s leave this awful place before he changes his aret’s jaw reht, you know," he whispered to her "Believe it or not, toffs have been known to be accosted by footpads in this very spot"
"Megs!" hissed the felare could’ve scorched wood "I shall find you again, and when I do, I intend to kill you"
She was completely in earnest, her stubborn little chin set
He took off his large floppy hat and swept her a "
Her eyes narrowed on his wicked double entendre, but her coave hie
The coachman shouted to the horses, and the vehicle rus: his lady as apparently over her --and he’d better e arrived He paused for a second, glancing at the body of the ish trail to the channel in the lassily at the indifferent heavens Godric searched within hi for so
He whirled and darted down a narrow alley Only now that he was ht shoulder ached He’d either da in the brawl or one of the footpads had succeeded in landing a blow No matter Saint House was on the river, not terribly far in the usual way, but he’d get there faster by rooftop
He was already swinging hiirlish screa from around the bend in the alley up ahead
Damn it He hadn’t the time for this Godric dropped back down to the alley and drew both his swords
Another terrified cry
He darted around the corner
There were two of them, which accounted for all the noise One was not , in the ht She could do little else because the second child had already been caught That one was a bit older and fought with the desperate ferocity of a cornered rat, but to no avail
The man who held the older child was three times her size and cuffed her easily on the side of the head
The older girl cruround while the smaller one ran to her still forrowled
The ht haymaker to the side of the head
He placed his sword at the man’s bared throat and leaned down to whisper, "Doesn’t feel very good when you’re on the receiving end, does it?"
The oaf scowled, his hand rubbing the side of his head "Now see ’ere I ’as a right to do as I please wif irls!"
Godric saw out of the corner of his eye that the elder chit had sat up
"’E’s not our da!"
Blood trickled fro hied in a low voice to the girls "I’ll deal with this ruffian"
"We don’t ’ave a ’oot the words out when the elder nudged her and hissed, "Shut it!"
Godric was tired and the news that the children were homeless distracted hiue on the ground swept his legs out froed to his feet, but thethe corner at the far end of the alley
He sighed, wincing as he straightened He’d landed on his injured shoulder and it was not thanking hiirls "Best coan to rise, but the elder pulled her back down "Don’t be daft, Moll ’E’s as like to be a lassie snatcher as the other one"
Godric raised his eyebrows at the words lassie snatcher He hadn’t heard that na into these aret would reach his hoht arise
"Coirls "I’m not a lassie snatcher, and I know a nice, warhts hereafter
He thought his tone gentle enough, but the elder girl’s face wrinkledwif you"
Godric s one child over his shoulder and the other under his arm "Oh, yes, you are"
It wasn’t that sily for a feer burst into tears, and they both fought like wildcats
Five ht of the Ho Children when he nearly dropped thee and took a firrip on the elder child, who had co him
Grie and kicked at it until a light appeared in the kitchen
The door swung open to reveal a tall man in ruer of the hoht of the Ghost of St Giles, holding two struggling, weeping girls on his doorstep
Godric hadn’t time for explanations
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