The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. “No way!” Michelle cried, and also looked around for pedestrian listeners. ‘Yes, miss. He was braver than her husband, who paced and cowered in the corners of the once-sunny Palazzo.
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