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"Stop, woone mad!" He raised his arms to shield his face The position was rather cowardly for his taste, but the alternative was to have her accidentally jab him in the eye There wasn't much else to do, as he couldn't exactly defend himself He had never hit a woman, and he wasn't about to start now

"And don't ever use that patronizing tone withhim furiously in the chest

"Cal tone with you again"

"You're using it now," she ground out

"Not in the least"

"Yes, you were"

"No, I wasn't"

"Yes, you were"

Good Lord, this was growing tedious "Miranda, we're acting like children"

She seerow taller, and her eyes took on a wild look that should have struck fear in his heart And as she gave her head a little shake, she spat, "I don't care"

"Well,to you in rowled fro, Turner? Sometimes you act like a complete ass" With that, she balled her hand into a fist, pulled back her arm, and let fly

"Holy bloody hell!" His hand shot up to his eye, and he touched his burning skin in disbelief "Who the hell taught you to throw a punch?"

She sust 1819- later in the evening

MacDownes informed Granduessed who he is to me Grandfather blustered for about tenI cannot possibly write show his face, until Grandmother finally calmed him down and asked me why he had come

I cannot lie to them I never have been able to I told thereat joy and even greater relief until I told them that I refused Grandfather launched into another tirade, only this time the object was me, and my lack of common sense Or at least I think that hat he said He is frolish with a perfect accent, his brogue breaks through when he gets upset

He was, to understate, particularly upset