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... sat near Bill's bed with Fleur. Though Fawkes had fixed most of his face, he had gained a sudden liking to a type of raw rare streak.
". . . so eet ees lucky 'e ees marrying me," said Fleur happily pumping Bill's pillow. "because ze British overcook their meat I 'ave always said this."
"Uh-huh," Chris nodded absently. She was almost fine now but she didn't want to leave the Hospital wing and face the crowd. It was nice to sit with Fleur, as she did the talking most of the times. ...
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