’ ‘People are silly. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. Ann Veronica’s desire to laugh unrestrainedly was checked by the tremendous earnestness of his expression. I've seen many a clever cracksman, but never one like him. Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes.
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