She came to her one day and pulled on her apron. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. ‘You don’t mean to say she’s here?’ ‘Was,’ Gerald corrected. ‘But it is not on the horse at all, Jacques. She must not show anything.
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