“It isn’t fair. They were followed by Jonathan, who carried a stout stick under his arm, and planted himself near the stone. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. ‘If, in truth, you are a gentleman,’ she said in a trembling tone, ‘you will move to the side that I may leave this room. ’ A reluctant laugh escaped him.
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