Karla was riding one of the new horses that Richard had brought down from Lady Bentley.
She was taking him over the jumps which she and her brother had built in the Paddock. It was there they trained their horses.
The Marquis drew in his breath.
He had never seen a woman ride better nor have a finer control over the horse she was riding.
Karla took the last jump and then came trotting back to the stables.
She was wearing a thin dress and her hair which curled round her head was turned to gold in the sunshine.
She looked ethereally lovely.
She appeared, the Marquis thought, more like an angel from Heaven than a mortal woman.
As she came in through the gate, she saw him.
He thought the radiance in her face was almost blinding.
“Why are you here?” she asked as she reached him.
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