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was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered
point drove through it, missing its intended target. Her normally shiny hair was
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stringy and flat. Nor, he would wager, had the heroic Monsieur Valade, who had rescued
her from that life and brought her to England, taught her in that short time all
that Gerald was certain she knew of men. Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette. And Ann Veronica walked
beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she
had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together,
rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she
escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand
nights” in his company. This was not the sort of confession which he had been expecting. At first she thought he was endeavouring to rid
himself of the fleas, but after a time she came to understand that the muck had
healing qualities and soothed the burning scratches made by his claws. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg
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