His hair was thick and brown and his skin was fair. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. Here and there, a building might be seen with the doors and windows driven in, and all access to it prevented by the heaps of bricks and tilesherds. He stepped quickly towards her. Her aunt had a once exasperating habit of interrupting her work with demands for small household services, but now Ann Veronica rendered them with a queer readiness of anticipatory propitiation.
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