[ Spirited? Old Mr. Softfallow is never spirited; he's got one dapper hoof in the grave! (Edmund immediately feels ashamed for that particular thought — oh, how Susan has tempered him.)
Nevertheless, the thought of the old faun's excitement over the mating rituals of half-bulls is quite a terrible one, and Edmund is a peculiar shade of green by the time the scrap of parchment returns to him. ]
Sod Peter! He can find another spot of the garden to grace with his magnificent attentions. [ Wherein magnificent attentions is enlarged and underlined rather viciously. ] Sod Lucy, too, though I'm already feeling a bit guilty for saying so. We ought to cook them up a nice surprise upon their turn to pay them back for this. It's only just.
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Nevertheless, the thought of the old faun's excitement over the mating rituals of half-bulls is quite a terrible one, and Edmund is a peculiar shade of green by the time the scrap of parchment returns to him. ]
Sod Peter! He can find another spot of the garden to grace with his magnificent attentions. [ Wherein magnificent attentions is enlarged and underlined rather viciously. ] Sod Lucy, too, though I'm already feeling a bit guilty for saying so. We ought to cook them up a nice surprise upon their turn to pay them back for this. It's only just.