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I just stared, how dare she. But I paid no heed, I merely took her in my arms and she screamed, “Unhand me!” as the scents of horse and woman combined and my manhood reared. “Grace Harcourt,” I averred. Her house stood proud in the high street, not hidden down a back alley but as proud as any town
