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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: clink of his spurs, the swish of his scabbard against the shrubs, and
reason told her that this was no ghost.
She held out her arms to him. "Anthony! Anthony!" She staggered
forward, and he was no more than in time to catch her as she swayed.
He held her fast against h:m and kissed her brow. "Sweet," he said,
"forgive me that I frightened you. I came by the orchard gate, and my
coming was so timely that I could not hold in my answer to your cry."
Her eyelids fluttered, she drew a long sighing breath, and nestled
closer to him. "Anthony!" she murmured again, and reached up a hand
to stroke his face, to feel that it was truly living flesh.
And Sir Rowland, realizing, too, by now that here was no ghost,
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