And so gentle as the poor creature is, when she's not in her wild fits—it would melt a heart of stone to see her. While the strife raged between the principals, the watermen in the larger wherry were occupied in stemming the force of the torrent, and endeavouring to keep the boats, they had lashed together, stationary. Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. Anna admitted the fact. Kimble had bedded the animal down at the local inn.
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