" "Didn't the natives have a name for you?" She blushed. One glance through the window at that picturesque head had been sufficient. And Lady Trafford having been carried down stairs, and placed within it, the postboy drove off, at a rapid pace for Barnet. . . Sebastian observed coolly, savoring the outline of Lucy’s feral figure hunching over Michelle’s gradually diminishing body.
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