Their heads touched again, their arms tightened. The way it had happened was stupid, absurd. “Ugh!” she said. “The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so. "What do you mean by that, sirrah?" cried Wood, reddening with anger. " Sir Rowland's brow darkened. Anything. Now the baby’s bright May eyes peered up at her intently. He turned the water off and handed her a towel.
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