Prudence shook her head. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. “I’m five years older than you, and no end wiser, being a man. “Don’t fence with me,” Anna cried fiercely.
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