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. ‘But you do not understand, mon ami. “I wonder what you could do?” he said. "How shall I get to you?" "My yacht is in the river. Sheppard.
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