I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. I might as well try to build a ladder to heaven. \" She fibbed. Katy’s face was vapid and undistinguishable from a crowd, but pretty in an abstract sense, like the face of a baby doll. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world.
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