Be so good as to let me pass, sir,” she added, looking her obstructor steadily in the face. “What a little brick!” he murmured. Too late she realised that Emile was not trying to escape. But Darrell averted his head. 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. Voilà tout.
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