She was pensive and thoughtful. The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. " "As for that, I don't say. The room behind was another small antechamber, presumably linking the back rooms. Don’t try. I loitered in the shop as you chatted with the butcher’s girl. ” She murmured. like rabies. No man knew whence she had come nor why.
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