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Anna turned round with a start, which was almost of guilt, the poker still in her hand. As they 56 approached the manor, she was permitted to peep her head outside the chariot's front window. 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. A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her. After all, I fancy that I shall have to apply for a situation as a nursery governess who understands French. ” She laughed at him easily and mirthfully. I shall have no faith in future in bolts and bars.
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