What is this?â he went on now, spearing an unfortunate object on a fork and raising it to eye level. âThis⦠this⦠thing?â âA parsnip?â Jem suggested. âA parsnip planted in Satanâs own garden.â said Will. He glanced about. âI donât suppose thereâs a dog I could feed it to.â âThere donât seem to be any pets about,â Jemâwho loved all animals, even the inglorious and ill-tempered Churchâobserved. âProbably all poisoned by parsnips,â said Will. -
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