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It was a drink only for the reckless or the impecunious, but a fair number of both passed beneath the stern gaze of The Romp each night; Stanley rarely had a problem emptying the jug. She clasped it tightly. Confiding. Yet there was a hard streak in Coral, who had twenty years before been what was called “a wild child.

“I’m waiting until the brats are jugged. This caused his back to crackle. Roland was there, holding Susannah with one arm curved around her butt, as one might hold a child. She had thought, after listening to all Aunt Cord’s arguments: Well, it’s little enough, really, to have