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 open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. ‘I must, for that the pig has already gone to monsieur le baron.
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