As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. It seemed to her at this moment that there was nothing left for her to do. She regarded the young man coldly. But go thither at once, I beseech you, before he has time to remove them. She would become defensive—what she did would be the thing that mattered.
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