I have discovered something of her background. She was suddenly very aware of the room, the television still blaring, and the chill in the air. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. If you don’t eat humble-pie now you may live to fare worse later. “And I have dragged you all over here for nothing,” she murmured. “The wrappered life-discipline! One comes to that at last.
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