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. This isn't your island, child; it's the great world. She held it away from her with an instinctive repulsion, born of her unconquerable antipathy to the touch of strangers. " "Never!" rejoined Kneebone, with increased ardour,—"never, till I receive from your own lips the answer which is to make me the happiest or the most miserable of mankind. The girl had told him distinctly that her name was Anna. She bound a scarf tightly round the place where the blood seemed to be coming from. Not all of us, but some of us. You speak as one injured—as though I had been the one to take your name—as though you had been the one to make sacrifices.
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