“We are not the sort that goes under,” said Ann Veronica, holding her hands so that the red reflections vanished from her eyes. 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. The settlement was on the middle west coast. For Ruth grew lovelier as the days went on. ’ Martha got up with a swish of her black habit.
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