“Neither you nor I, Nigel, are made of such stuff,” she answered. 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. It penetrated the skin; benumbed the flesh; paralysed the faculties.
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