She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. If the Wastrel had not turned the instant he did, the ball would have missed him; as it was he turned directly into its path. Inside was the blue stone she had lost in the 1800’s. He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers.
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