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Продолжи во разговорWhat is this?” he went on now, spearing an unfortunate object on a fork and raising it to eye level. “This… this… thing?” “A parsnip?” Jem suggested. “A parsnip planted in Satan’s own garden.” said Will. He glanced about. “I don’t suppose there’s a dog I could feed it to.” “There don’t seem to be any pets about,” Jem—who loved all animals, even the inglorious and ill-tempered Church—observed. “Probably all poisoned by parsnips,” said Will. - Cassandra Clare from https://whatsmyquote.com/quote/what-is-this-he-went-on-now-spearing-an-unfortunate-object-on-a-fork-and-raising-it-to-eye-level-this-this