[If not her skirt, then perhaps her arm will do the trick, because he is certainly springing to his feet and reaching out to grab it.]
I never- [The rest of her words hits him and he can only stare.] Lysunder does... No. [He holds up his other hand and breathes in deep.] We are not going to have this conversation in the middle of the street. You're coming with me.
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[If not her skirt, then perhaps her arm will do the trick, because he is certainly springing to his feet and reaching out to grab it.]
I never- [The rest of her words hits him and he can only stare.] Lysunder does... No. [He holds up his other hand and breathes in deep.] We are not going to have this conversation in the middle of the street. You're coming with me.