Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. Taking her limbs was the only thing I could do short of killing her. Empty, silly, coarse brutes. ‘Where did you get that, miss?’ ‘It is the sword of monsieur le major.
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