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This explains so much,” she said, clucking her tongue in mother-hen fashion. “You’re compensating for this withered appendage.”Withered appendage? What the devil was she talking about? He shook his head, trying to clear it. Colin’s dire predictions of shriveled twigs and dried currants rattled in his skull. Wide awake now, he fought to sit up, wrestling the sheets.”Listen, you. I don’t know what sort of liberties you’ve taken while I was insensible, or just what your spinster imagination prepared you to see. But I’ll have you know, that water was damned cold.”She blinked at him. “I’m referring to your leg.””Oh.” His leg. That withered appendage
