She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. Her hair once more was arranged with its old simplicity. She was almost tempted to tell him, if only to see the cracks of surprise and incredulity break the immobility of his yellow countenance. Meysey Hill—never your wife.
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