“It is a very pleasant place,” said Ann Veronica, biting a rhododendron stalk through, and with that faint shadow of a smile returning to her lips. 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. “I don’t want children, Lucy. She chastised herself for thinking of her husband and lord as being weak. “Some day you will be my wife, and it would not be well for either of us to remember that in these unhappy days you and I were separated.
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