She cocked her head. The oaken beam, nine inches in thickness, was now the sole but most formidable obstacle to his flight. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. ” She paused again.
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