“Was your trip difficult?” Thorin was asking. “She wanted to fiddle me up. It was perhaps fifteen New York miles away, now, shining in the clear day, delicate as a mirage, but as real as . It was disconcerting somehow, as if the coffin were breathing.
”“I like the way you kind of ease us over the rough spots,” Eddie said with a thin smile. “Not to him! Ye’ll not go to him now, ye mad goose!”Susan turned her horse away. nt to shake ye and she’d never ever drop ye, so ye just—”She broke off and cocked her head, listening. The willow grove faded from the eye of her mind.
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