She drifted back into the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded in silk. As much as it killed her, she kept her mouth shut. Yet I think that he will do it. They had been playing tennis, with his manifest intention looming over her. ” She slipped it on her finger, and added, in a voice she tried to make matter-of-fact: “It was given to me last week. Slowly, he drew back his head and looked into her face. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back.
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