Earles remarked genially. ” “I borrowed it,” said Ann Veronica in a casual tone, with white despair in her heart. “When did you get home last night, Lucy?” Cathy interrogated through a yawn. 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. Traps, set with peculiar cunning; she had encountered them everywhere.
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