“But if noble ladies do all those things, they’ll ruin their hands with the work, and the wind will dry their hair and tan their faces. Surely Verity doesn’t deserve a woman who looks like a deckhand?” “Surely he does. Far more than he deserves a woman who looks like a fat red carp kept in a bowl.” Molly giggled. “Someone to ride beside him of a morning when he takes Hunter out for a gallop, or someone who can look at a section of map he’s just finished and actually understand just how fine a piece of work it is. That’s what Verity deserves.” “I’ve never ridden a horse,” Molly objected
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