The struggle had dislodged the white wimple, which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. The season was ripe for mating, she thought to herself bitterly. Some years ago, in 1715, just before the Rebellion, I was rash enough to league myself with the Jacobite party, and by Wild's machinations got clapped into Newgate, whence I was glad to escape with my head upon my shoulders. "I've been deceived by false information. “This isn’t a world for an innocent girl to walk about in. Never was there another girl like this one. Which was not to say that ladies were not interested in him. “If you must go on with it,” said Hetty, “now’s your time.
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