E. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. There are boats on the lake and shady depths and wildernesses of pine-wood. ‘Can I not leave you for a day without you getting yourself into trouble?’ ‘Imbecile,’ she uttered faintly. It was a face that matched her body, so pure and beautiful that any man would have killed for her. He swore when I tried to get it out with the ladle, and told me what it said.
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