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Mary Dashwood, 22, knew that she had only a few more minutes to live. Her horse was galloping wildly when she heard the man's smooth, firm voice. It almost sounded like a command. "Drop the reins and clear your stirrup as you near me. And have no fear."
It was all done so quickly and easily as to rob the episode of romantic danger—two hands, warm and tender, and yet firm as a steel trap, grasped the girl's slender wrists, she was floated lightly from the saddle, and in the next instant she was swaying dizzily on her feet in the road.
That is not to say the romance of the moment passed her by, but the future mistress of the Dashwood estate could not stoop to the son of a Californian rancher. But, the man had not come for Mary. Instead, he'd come with a deathbed message and a long-standing grudge.
It was all done so quickly and easily as to rob the episode of romantic danger—two hands, warm and tender, and yet firm as a steel trap, grasped the girl's slender wrists, she was floated lightly from the saddle, and in the next instant she was swaying dizzily on her feet in the road.
That is not to say the romance of the moment passed her by, but the future mistress of the Dashwood estate could not stoop to the son of a Californian rancher. But, the man had not come for Mary. Instead, he'd come with a deathbed message and a long-standing grudge.