“What will you call your pony, Miss Davina?” asked Howard, trotting at her side.
“I haven’t thought,” replied Davina. “She is – very pretty. Such a dazzling white.”
“Call her Gypsy, why don’t you,” growled Jed from behind. Howard gave an awkward laugh.
Davina glanced backwards. She was uncomfortable at the presence of Jed and wished Howard had sent him back to Lark House rather than have him ride with them. Jed made her think of a brooding animal – a dangerous animal, that lurked in forests, in shadows.
She was confused by his ambivalence towards her. One minute he regarded her with seeming contempt, another he flashed her a look of cold-eyed appraisal. She had the curious sensation of being somehow in his sights, like a forest creature that he surveyed down the barrel of his gun.
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