Jenny: Lies Don't Stick Like Barley-Cake

It was surprising how easily the lie came. He gave her a toothed smile and said, "Because before you put your dog on me, I thought you rather pretty. There aren't many pretty girls around here."

He swung round on the stool and dropped to the ground, fishing off another barley cake. "They will be beginning breakfast up at the villa," he told her. "If we hurry, we can have a second breakfast."

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