His arms were naturally big and his chest was covered with a smattering of soft hairs. It was Annabel’s. The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. Yet she could not bring herself to hate the girl, or even Gianfrancesco, the one who would have sent her to her death more than once. ‘I am not French in the least, bête. Wood's daughter,—to whom, I've heard tell, he was attached years ago,—was brought up, his courage forsook him altogether, and he trembled, and could scarcely stand. These were his mistresses, Poll Maggot and Edgeworth Bess.
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