Hurt beyond what he could imagine by the selfishness and pride of her forbears, whose fateful disputes had robbed her of the life she should have led, the plucky little devil had taken matters into her own hands. “Good luck! Good luck!” She waved from the window until the bend hid him. At the end of two long lines of foot-guards stood the cart with a powerful black horse harnessed to it. But was it Faith? That is what she was this day going to find out. Courtlaw stood up. There were lines in her face that age had not put there.
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