He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. Ann Veronica said she didn’t care. Why had Ruth married him? A penniless outcast, for she must have known he was that. His fingers slipped under the collar of her linen shift and he tore it open with a swipe. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. “He means nothing!” She whispered loudly.
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