The chair is in the veranda. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. Why must her old nurse discover her precisely at this moment? ‘What are you at now, may I ask?’ Martha glared at the footman. At the first blow, Mrs. Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly twenty-four.
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