She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. ’ ‘That is not your affair. Lucy went hunting on a Thursday night. " Sir Rowland made no reply, but angrily quickened his pace.
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