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“Heavens!” she exclaimed. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. It felt wonderful and golden to bask in the sunlight of their approval, even if their approval was fickle and dangerous. She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. “You’re wanted for questioning, miss. Now, more and more, we’re going to be interested in them, to be curious about them and—quite mildly-experimental with them. He must win this man's confidence, even at the risk of being called mad. 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. She thought of all sorts of odd and desperate expedients, and with passionate petulance rejected them all. "Good Lord!—cannibals?" "Aye.
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