The spirited animal Mr. Redmond had rented in Black Combe sidled about, eager to go, but Charity was just as eager to stop. She looked about for her husband and discovered him riding down the hill towards her, closing a telescoping glass. Mildly puzzled, she remarked that she'd not known he had a glass, and then shivered to the increasingly chill breath of the wind off the sea. "I thought it might come in handy," he said, shoving it into his pocket. "Here…" He jerked something from the bulky parcel tied to his pommel and handed it to her. "'Put this on." The dark cloth bundle unfolded into a thick woollen cloak. Had he given her the crown jewels they could not have been more gratefully received. "How good of you to buy it for me," she said, managing, with his assistance, to shrug into the warm garment. "But—" She reached up to investigate the folds of his cravat. Apparently much shocked, he drew back. "Madam! Restrain your ardour, I do entreat. We may be wed, but—" "Odious man! Where is your sapphire pin?" "No matter." He shrugged.
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