"Sign this," he said, pushing the document towards Sir Rowland. Luckily I’m not. “She found my collection of witchcraft books under my bed and threw them away. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. She was obliged to concede that his features were pleasing, his strength and vitality attractive; and there was no denying how well this uniform of a militia suited his figure, which was lean and powerful both. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly.
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