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Quite suddenly, one evening six-year-old Artemis declared, "I'm going to marry Juliet."
Fowl Senior, hidden behind the financial pages, twitched the newspaper to peer over the top. He caught his wife's gaze and vanished again.
Angeline spoke hurriedly. "She's a hired hand now, Arty dear. It wouldn't be proper for you to marry her." She glanced at Butler, reading in the corner. Her words had been cold but her expression told a story that no six-year-old, not even Artemis, could understand.
"Then I shan't marry anyone," said little Artemis. Angeline gave him a sad smile and turned away.