“If those are your terms,” he said, “I shall content myself with them.” “Content?” exclaimed Louise, who had apparently retreated from sight but not from earshot. “How can you possibly be content with something so paltry.” Gracewood lifted a quizzical brow. “Your house has the strangest echo.” “It is not my house,” Viola reminded him. “It’s Badger’s.” “Loubear,” whispered Badger. “You have to be quiet when you’re eavesdropping. Otherwise it’s just a logistically difficult conversation.” “Or spirits perhaps?” suggested Gracewood, lowering himself back onto the steps. “Oh God,” said Lady
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