[no sooner does his shot hit than Cecelia flinches, shrinking in on herself and grasping at her skirts near her leg.] Ooh-! Ow! What! Whatwhat-- [flustered, alarmed, uncertain of where to direct ire, her wincing eyes dart around and then over at the target.]
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[no sooner does his shot hit than Cecelia flinches, shrinking in on herself and grasping at her skirts near her leg.] Ooh-! Ow! What! Whatwhat-- [flustered, alarmed, uncertain of where to direct ire, her wincing eyes dart around and then over at the target.]
Oh, gads...!