She seized the key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the handle and the ward as she tried to turn it. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. 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. “Should I leave? Sounds like she is running out of food.
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