She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. Tears sprang to her eyes. ‘Imbecile. Can’t travel alone, a pair of nuns. Entering the workshop, he found the blacksmith occupied in heating the tire of a cart wheel. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. Sheppard had been confined, Blueskin discovered a trap-door which he had not previously noticed. The arrangement had been made by the town matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man.
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