Some one had once, in his hearing, called him a prig. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. The Well Hole 336 XIII. . Whether they are loved or unloved has no bearing upon this desire to test their wings, to try this new adventure, to take this leap into the dark. Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale.
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