[ Edmund grins at her across the table, not bothering with subtlety. His reply is a quick scribble that he tosses back to her before Mister Softfallow finishes the sentence he'd started when Susan passed the note over. ]
Careful! Pound on your poor chest any harder and you're likely to knock your eyes from their sockets. Then you'll be left bereft of the sight of my rugged visage forever. By Jove! T'would be unbearable. ]
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Careful! Pound on your poor chest any harder and you're likely to knock your eyes from their sockets. Then you'll be left bereft of the sight of my rugged visage forever. By Jove! T'would be unbearable. ]