Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. She flew up from her stool and faced the door. The horse-soldiers wheeled round and cleared a path: the foot closed in upon the cart. “By Jove!” he said, “there is something direct about you. We can’t even protect them from themselves.
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