Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it. ‘And so?’ she asked. 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. She remembered Taber's hat. This last operation was so fatiguing, that for a short time he was obliged to pause to recover the use of his fingers. No, don’t interrupt me.
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