24th July, 1892 — Headquarters of the London Society for the Practice of Combative Magic
Why grown men found any pleasure in shooting spells at one another in front of an audience, and worse, had paid five sickles to do it, Evander could not understand; but, theoretically, his money for the duel was on Mr. Flint.
(Even if he ought to favour Fisk – or rather, pity him the more, for having Alfred as a brother-in-law.)
Once his favourite part was over (reading out the rules), Evander sighed and bade Mr. Flint begin.
(Even if he ought to favour Fisk – or rather, pity him the more, for having Alfred as a brother-in-law.)
Once his favourite part was over (reading out the rules), Evander sighed and bade Mr. Flint begin.
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