What is it about ye, Sassenach, I wonder?” he said conversationally, eyes still fixed on Myers.“What is what about me?”He turned then, and gave me a narrow eye. “What it is that makes every man ye meet want to take off his breeks within five minutes of meetin’ ye.”“Well, if you don’t know, my dear,” I said, “no one does.
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