Scott, deaf and enchanted in the gallery, and the whole row of pretty heads at his side saw the concerted rush on Lymond: his assailants downed him without malice and eighteen stones of Molly planted themselves on his chest. “A throw!” said Molly, and Lymond, half buried, gave a choked whoop of laughter and raised a defeated hand in signal to Tammas.
Dorothy DunnettAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: scottish
- Born: August 25, 1923
- Died: November 9, 2001
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