It was a habit she had taken from Remenham House, but could not wear because of the colour which must draw attention. She bent down. He breathed heavily, as though he had been running. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. You on the other hand have to come to London, a worker, with the responsibility of life upon your own shoulders—and in addition all the burden of her follies.
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