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Monday: “’Twas a
jolly Christmas—I do think the lasses of this village have the lightest feet I
have met for dancing—but I have stayed overlong and the road calls to me
again.”
Tuesday: He wished
he could have afforded a better bridal gift for her than the spring green
ribbon embroidered down the center with a garland of red roses that he had
wheedled from the candlemaker’s daughter for a penny and a song.
Wednesday: She sped
down the rutted lane so fast he feared she might take a tumble over the uneven ground.
Thursday: Robert
glimpsed the youth over Strode’s shoulder, his sullen face smug with revenge.
Friday: He heard the
whiz of Strode’s blade one heartbeat before he ducked beneath its slicing edge
so narrowly a lock of Robert’s raven hair landed in the dirt beside his right
boot.
Saturday: They had
shared more joys than sorrows, but the heartaches they had passed through had
been the sort that never fully healed, and though over four years had passed,
this last one still struck deep.
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