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His five o’clock shadow was bristly against her fingers. 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. ” Ann Veronica had remained standing while her aunt spoke.
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