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"What!" Quin said, looking at Léof sidelong as they walked side by side. "You don't think I could win her hand? Win her hand? I just want to dance with her, not marry her."
He stopped, on second thought and laid hand on Léof's shoulder. "Perhaps you'd better stay behind and let me go out myself." He did not say why - that he thought he ran the risk of Tyrdda preferring Léof to him for a dance.
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