She leaned over and kissed his cheek innocently. His first reaction had been explosive as the hurts of the past rose up to taunt him. Ann Veronica blushed. This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own natural buoyancy. Not with the unavoidable explanations, and the need to secrete the sword and hide it before returning the priest’s horse to its stable—which had been her excuse for running from Martha’s protestations. Robbed of their prey, the fury of the mob became ungovernable. Certain simple purposes emerged from the disingenuous muddle of her feelings and desires. “Now isn’t this nice!” that lady exclaimed.
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