She bolted upright as she heard footsteps rumble towards the door, cursing UPS for being so damn persistent in such foul weather. It was a castoff of Shari’s from her brief obsession with sewing. “I’d never have a day of peace again, John. Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and chin and cheek. He would condemn her to the vengeance of the mob all for refusing to marry him. ’ Turning, she climbed over the low haha wall. A couple of gilt straight-backed chairs only. ‘Then I am not mad in the least.
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