“You are of the genus obstinate,” he said. The last few months had not dealt kindly with Mr. . " "And why should you care whether she forgave you or not?" Spurlock jumped to his feet, the look of the damned upon his face. “He means nothing!” She whispered loudly. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back.
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