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Disappointed puppy-love, and all that. I was always told my mother died the day I was born. And experience was slow in coming. She realized that no man had ever placed a mantle of respect upon her as Sebastian did; respect for more than just her pretty face and her now lost ability to bear children. I came in by the vestry, and we will go out that way again. The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. Instead, he could not get beyond these minor details—why she wore the dress, whence she had come, and whither she was bound.
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