“I wonder what he takes me for?” When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict, a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face. “I don’t know why. So often as she had herself manipulated a dagger, she could not mistake the shape that pressured across her chest, or the sharp point that dug below her bosom. Part of his head was swathed in linen bandages. If a cart were coming, or those labourers in the field had heard, escape was impossible.
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