“Charlie helped with the dig as well?” Jackaby said. Charlie nodded. “Surprising—I should think that unburying bones would go against generations of instinct to do just the opposite, wouldn’t it? Ouch! Watch your step in the dark, Miss Rook—you just kicked my shin. Where was I? Right—I was saying that coming from a family of dogs—ouch! You’ve done it again, rather hard that time. Really, the path isn’t even bumpy here.” “Mr. Jackaby, please try to be a little more sensitive,” I said. “What on earth are you talking about? I am quite sensitive enough, thank you—and getting downright tender in
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