He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. Stanley. It was in her eyes—the big thing that comes but once. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. He stabbed into her with brute force. I’ve got to have you, and by God I will. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this. She answered weakly, “I’m fine, John.
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