What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. Let me bind you up, and then you can attend to her. ’ ‘Sir!’ called Trodger, as the captain began to lead the young lady off. He noted an ebony cane laid close to hand, which suggested she was able to get about. She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone. No other man should touch her; she was Hoddy's, body and soul, in this life and after.
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