Book3:WereMyDreamIs

pherself.”

    “Thenyouarenotwillingtogowithme?”askedVio.

    “No,it’snotthatIamunwillingtohelp,it’sthatIot.ThefireofrevengeinIleewillbeextinguishednaturally.Onlythenwillshebesaved.Haveyouheardofthewords

    “Morehaste,lessspeed?”Viodidnotknowwhattosay.ShewavedherhandatMr.Fingeraeoher,stoopinglowtohearherwhisperedwords,

    “Ishetellihorlying?”

    “He’sjustmakingexcuses”saidMr.Fingerprovocatively.“Hedoesn’twanttogobackwithyourmajesty.Hedoesn’twanttohelpyourmother.He’sjustshirkingresponsibility.”

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    Mr.Fingerwasjustsuchaperson,anxioustostiruptrouble,happyonlywhenthingsaroundhimareinturmoil.Vio’seyeswerealreadyirateandMr.Finger’swordsjustaddedfueltofirefanningthefmesofangerinher