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. He reached the top floor and ran down the corridor to the little dressing room at the end where he had lost her before. Kneebone nodded. He looked distant, irritated. Very soon she would be able to forget it. “Well, no,” she answered. “Whither away?” he said, very distinctly in a curiously wheedling voice. Clientèle was of the most transitory character. She ignored his question.
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