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“I do not have wounded eyes.鈥� She paused, leaning close. 鈥淎nd by the way, what in the blazes is a wounded eye?鈥�
He stuck up two fingers. 鈥淭he pair of them.鈥�
鈥淲ell, it鈥檚 silly,鈥� she said on a furious whisper. 鈥淯nless one鈥檚 received a facer, eyes cannot be wounded. That is the kind of drip and drivel in those silly romantic novels.”
― Christi Caldwell, To Tempt a Scoundrel