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‘It is seldom enough I am visited by anyone at all, let alone a personable young redcoat. ’ She sighed. "What have you got there in your breast—a stone? Is there blood or water in your veins?" The dam broke, but not with violence. " "Farewell, Jack," cried twenty voices. She pulled, he rose to his feet. Firstly, she did not intend to marry at all, and particularly she did not mean to marry Mr. “At a boarding-house?” he gasped. Spurling, for so was she named, had a warm nut-brown complexion, almost as dark as a Creole; and a moustache on her upper lip, that would have done no discredit to the oldest dragoon in the King's service. Published by Elizabeth Bailey 2012 www.
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