"Miss him, ay, I would wring his damned neck were he here," he replies, scowling at his liquor bottle. "The boil-brained knave that he is, marrying his wench after three days." He shakes his head. "I did warn him, love stings sore; but I did not think he would be so foolish."
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Date: 2024-08-15 03:41 am (UTC)