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Edward was starting to drift away into sleep when he heard it, coming from the window. A tapping.
He looked out with no little trepidation. What did he expect to see? He wasn’t sure, but memories of the Cobleighs were still fresh in his mind. Instead what he saw, sitting astride her horse in the pale moonlight of the yard, as though God himself were shining his lantern upon her beauty, was Caroline Scott.
( She was dressed as if for riding school. )
They parted, with arrangements made to meet again, and after that, their relationship began in earnest. They were able to keep it a secret. For some months, in fact. Their meetings were held entirely in secret, snatched moments spent wandering the lanes between Bristol and Hatherton, riding in the pastures.
[[ nfb, nfi, taken and tweaked from the ACIV novelization. ]]
He looked out with no little trepidation. What did he expect to see? He wasn’t sure, but memories of the Cobleighs were still fresh in his mind. Instead what he saw, sitting astride her horse in the pale moonlight of the yard, as though God himself were shining his lantern upon her beauty, was Caroline Scott.
( She was dressed as if for riding school. )
They parted, with arrangements made to meet again, and after that, their relationship began in earnest. They were able to keep it a secret. For some months, in fact. Their meetings were held entirely in secret, snatched moments spent wandering the lanes between Bristol and Hatherton, riding in the pastures.
[[ nfb, nfi, taken and tweaked from the ACIV novelization. ]]
