I smiled back at her a little sheepishly. “I must confess, ma’am, that I did so wearing Joss’s breeches and riding astride, bareback, bareheaded, and barefoot. Not in a very ladylike manner, I am afraid.”
“I do not care how you did it, Clara. I do not believe any ‘lady’ could have done what you did today. Now, let us introduce you to this little lady.
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