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Disheveled, Pimpernel entered the parlour and took the cup of tea Ferdi handed her. She wiped an errant strand of hair from her brow and sighed.
'What is it, Nell-my-own?'
'Farry, that... that young ruffian! Stuffed a handful of mud down Goldi Gamgee's back! Diamond was fit to be...!' Her husband's chuckle stopped her. 'What are you about?'
'Ah, my love, I fear the match is made.'
Nell grinned, remembering a handful of mud down her own back, and said, 'She gave as good as she got, anyhow. Washed Farry's face with mud!'
'And so it begins...'
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