Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. Give me but leave to try. Be on your guard. For all that, it is folly. “Wild horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me out.
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