Beyond was a chaise longue, covered with cushions and shawls laid anyhow across it, together with a discarded tapestry in the making, and a scattering of woollen threads about it. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. One who—who—tres. If I had never met anything of you at all but a scrap of your skin binding a book, Ann Veronica, I know I would have kept that somewhere near to me. ‘Be quiet, man,’ snapped Hilary, watching the Frenchman go by with the lad after him. Ann Veronica decided that “hoydenish ragger” was the only phrase to express her. The vicomte has, he say, enough femmes in his hands.
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