The cheek! The vile temerity! How could she use words, his favourite weapon, against him? Barnaby would rather be run through with a rapier a thousand times again, alive to the feeling, than bear her presence for one moment more.

Could ghosts get restraining orders upon people? He would have to beg it of Greengrass.

On that note – “Get away, you starveling!” Barnaby cried, loud enough to startle the pigeons, and now too vexed to rhyme back at the foul-mouthed creature. “Before I have the Spirit Division come and I order them to cut out your tongue!”

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