"Are you sure these bars touch the ground?" "They come within a yard of it," answered Jonathan. 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. This was not the sort of confession which he had been expecting. “Who took care of you after she died?” “My father. But that was all over. “You silly fool,” he said.
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