She squeezed my hand. 'I am no man's woman,' she said, 'only my own,' and then she laughed with pure delight, let go of my hand and broke into a run. Violets fell from her hair as she ran for sheer joy across the grass. I ran after her, while behind us, from the astonished hall's doorway, Arthur called for us to come back.
But we ran on. To chaos.
— Jun 03, 2024 06:18PM
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