82 She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome. The freezing water reached her chin and she felt the heat of her body dispersing, creating a disappearing patch of warmth as her limbs froze. ” “Lady Ferringhall—alone?” Ennison exclaimed. This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. ” “Severely dampened? By what?” “By hope.
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