“Perhaps it’s better that he’s cross with me,” said Will. “So much saintlike patience cannot be good for anyone.” “Do not mock him.” Tessa’s tone was sharp. “Nothing is beyond mockery, Tess.” “Jem is. He has always been good to you. He is nothing but goodness. That he hit you last night, that only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.” “Jem hit me?” Will, fingering his cheek, looked amazed. “I must confess, I remember very little of last night. Only that the two of you woke me, though I very much wanted to stay asleep. I remember Jem shouting at me, and you holding me. I
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