Concealed among the trees that edged the estate grounds, the watchers paused. But I may yet live to thwart them. Capes—the ‘Capes crave,’ they would call it in America. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. Were I to let you go, you'd say I feared you. No one seeing you together could doubt that she is your granddaughter.
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