The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. Kneebone took his leave. ” He was suddenly resentful. . Fatigued by his previous exertions, and incumbered by his fetters, he was by no means—though ordinarily remarkably swift of foot—a match for his foes, who were fast gaining upon him. ’ ‘Of course she could not have known to whom they belonged.
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