” “I suppose we are,” said Vee, rearranging the flowers in her hand. A shaft of searing heat plunged downward. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention. It’s on the horse.
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