’ The mention of Alderley’s name, as Roding had confidently expected, caused the soldiers’ eyes to veer across to the young lady again, this time with a good deal less sympathy, and much more uncertainty. He kissed her again. “Who tied this scarf here?” he asked, looking up. ’ She paused, struggling for the word. I've often regretted that I didn't investigate the matter. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. “I do,” Anna answered. And yet the secondary emotion was one of suspicion. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back.
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