“Take those accursed creatures off the table, before we are thrown out of here. No wonder you are covered in warts, consorting with les grenouilles!” “Grandmère told me to,” Germain protested, nonetheless scooping up his pets and returning them to captivity. “She did?” Jamie was not usually startled anymore by his wife’s cures, but this seemed odd, even by her standards. “Well, she said there was nothing to do for the wart on my elbow except rub it with a dead frog and bury it—the frog, I mean—at a crossroads at midnight.” “Oh. I think she might possibly have been being facetious. What did the
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