William had been saved from hunting, which he secretly loathed doing, and now he could just enjoy Allison's companionship. The two girls hurried ahead of them, munching on the sugared almonds they had bought as a treat. Their red cloaks darted in and out of the frozen greenery, bright flashes against the snow. Their laughter echoed and resounded. How different they were from Gertrude, William thought sadly. If she were walking with them, she would stay close by his side, quiet and always, always watching. “Your sisters are very energetic,” he said. Allison laughed, a lovely sound. “Oh, yes! And you should see them at home. Here they are on their company manners.” She looked up at him with prettily sparkling hazel eyes. “Your own sister is very pretty. I'm sorry she could not join us today.” “She is rather shy.” “Oh, I see.” They fell silent, the only sound the crunch of their shoes on the frosty road.
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