She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. She made noises between weeping and laughter as she went. Playing became a way of escape. "You're a bold fellow, Jack," rejoined the blacksmith. ‘First I must see Jacques, and—’ ‘No need for that,’ intervened Roding, grasping her arm and trying to drag her to the door. Never before had any human being kissed her lips. And not a worthy tome in sight. After several vain attempts to burst it open, he resolved, as a last alternative, to break through the wall in the part nearest to the lock.
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