" At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred's cheeks, and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand. She had a warm, fun-loving personality, and an unflattering disrespect for her future husband’s authority. She parted the curtains to find him standing there. The iron slipped from his face, leaving it blank with astonishment. "Good night, Master.
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