She fought a compulsive urge to yank his shirt free. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. ” Annabel pulled down her veil to hide the tears. "I never saw the like of you! One has to guard one's actions constantly in this wicked world, if one is a woman, young and pretty. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten.
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