A Romance of Exmoor by R. D. Blackmore]@TWC D-Link book A Romance of Exmoor 7/13 Take them leathers off of her.' He looked at me with a dry little whistle, and thrust his hands into his breeches-pockets, and so grinned that I could not stand it. And Annie laid hold of me in such a way that I was almost mad with her. And he laughed, and approved her for doing so. And the worst of all was--he said nothing. She is liker to override thee. |