’ ‘Oh, she is English?’ repeated Alderley, interest perking up. ’ ‘She once more,’ came in disgust from the girl on the bed. " So saying, he dismounted; and flinging his bridle to his companion, and ordering him to ride off to a little distance, he followed Jack, who had quitted the main road, and struck into a narrow path opposite the cage. Or he would find something—a wave in her hair, a little line in the contour of her brow or neck, that made an exquisite discovery. Her time and effort was justly rewarded, because the hard cold facts she knew about neighborhood intrigues were better than fictional soap operas. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably.
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