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Show Janni looked vague. "Did I it once with the FoxChuck..." She counted that on one finger. "...and did I it yet again with my villainous f a t h e r . . . ." She counted that on the next finger. "Thou seest," she said earnestly to the man, "a thing comes over m e . . . ." "Ah, but," Dr'Anya broke in hurriedly, for she wished not that Dr'Igor should think over badly of her daughter, "Janni has indeed a sweet nature and would harm no w i g h t . . . ." "...intentionally," added Janni innocently. "Child...!" Dr'Anya began, exasperated. Dr'Igor broke in. "But what of that poor maid. . .Hoqqam's sister?" he said. "Be s h e . . . I mean her poor remains. . .still in front of t h e . . . " He left the question hanging in the air delicately. "Oh," said Janni. "She..." They were interrupted by a tall woman dressed in yeofolk leather - "Midoctor Grant-Sheblem," she said respectfully. And Dr'Igor turned around. "Aye, Belinda...?" "We have the first run finished in full measure. Wouldst thou like to look it over?" "Well..." Dr'Igor hesitated, for he sorely wanted to continue investigating the question of his intended belle-daughter's disturbing Skill. "'Tis the moment thou hast awaited for five TwelveMonths since," said Belinda, nonplussed at Dr'Igor's manner. "Aye, indeed it i s . " Dr'Igor looked off into the middle distance. 235 |
