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Chapter 11

           “Itwon’thurtyou.You’lldiewithasoundstomach.”

           “Youmeanmineisaniron-linedstomach?”Iwilfullymisunderstoodhim.

           “Imean—”hebeganwithaquickpeevishness,thenbrokeoffasherealizedmyteasingandwithapoutofhiswitheredlipsdrapedmynewsablecloakuponachair-back.“Eighthundredducats,”hesneered.“Athousandgoatsandahundredfatoxeninacoattokeepyouwarm.Ascoreoffarmsonmygentleman’sfineback.”

           “Andinthatahundredfinefarms,withacastleortwothrownin,tosaynothing,perhaps,ofapalace,”Isaid,reachingoutmyhandandtouchingtherapierwhichhewasjustintheactofdepositingonthechair.

           “Soyourfatherwonwithhisgoodrightarm,”Ponsretorted.“Butwhatyourfatherwonheheld.”

           HerePonspausedtoholduptoscornmynewscarletsatindoublet—awondrousthingofwhichIhadbeenextravagant.

           “Sixtyducatsforthat,”Ponsindicted.“Yourfather’dhaveseenallthetailorsandJewsofChristendomroastinginhellbeforehe’da-paidsuchaprice.”

           Andwhilewedressed—thatis,whilePonshelpedmetodress—Icontinuedtoquipwithhim.

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