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Tom.” Mrs. Sprye’s tone was severe. “I expect you to look after this boy, not encourage him to go about brawling in the street. In broad daylight!”Tom was stung. “It’s nigh impossible to brawl in the dark, Mrs. Sprye. And look—” He put his hands on Trumpet’s shoulders and turned him full circle. “Scarcely a scratch on him. A bit dirty, true, but I believe that Pygmies can be washed.
