Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. ” Inwardly, she laughed at the idea of him trying to beat on her, flailing, his arms akimbo. There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. Her depression since the “accident” had possessed her, she no longer cared how she looked as her beauty helped her not. " "Death and the devil! what a cursed interruption!" cried Jack, impatiently. The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. Wood. Nothing was given away, and no one came so rich to the stall as to command all that it had to offer.
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