‘Desist, you little devil,’ he growled in her ear. As soon as she noticed the stranger, she honoured him with an extremely impudent stare, and scarcely endeavoured to disguise the admiration with which his good looks impressed her. Either ignorant of the accident, or heedless of it, the foremost horseman pursued his way without even turning his head. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. "We shall meet again ere long, my son," cried Mrs. Take your pick, Mrs.
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