. ’ Leaning down, she raised the hem of the petticoat of her habit to reveal a neat little pair of boots on her feet. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. This lapse was possibly due to her apparent determination to make full protest of Hilary’s conduct. I shall ride to St.
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