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” He passed his hand wearily over his forehead. Her momentary instinct was to run to him and be comforted, like the old times. "But he can't be far off. Courtlaw—Lady Mackinnor. Was the situation so desperate that he could not pack his best things? She had packed lightly, not wanting to weigh down the carriage they would travel in. Was anything missed after the lad's departure, Sir Rowland?" "Not that I'm aware of," said the knight. ’ He grinned. She let him take off her skirt as she ritualistically removed his jeans along with his boxers. The air, perfumed with the delicious fragrance of the new-mown grass, was vocal with the melodies of the birds; the thick foliage of the trees was glistening in the sunshine; all nature seemed happy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene Sabbath stillness reigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit. Perhaps her odd beauty—and that too was natural—stirred these thoughts into being.
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