She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. That was the wonder of these stories; one lived in them. Most of the vessels lying in the river were driven from their moorings, dashed tumultuously against each other, or blown ashore. ” “Right,” he answered.
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