The challenge in his continued proximity was obvious and Ginevra had absolutely no intention of being the first to blink, and instead tipped her head back haughtily to meet his challenge. Her physical interest in Mister Bensouda was matched only by her interest in the fact that he seemed inclined to challenge her. Either by virtue of her status as a debutante or the intimidation of her brother, or family - few

'Perhaps that is my intention Mister Bensouda.' she said, looking up at him through her lashes, 'There is no need for this to be the only hunt of the day*', she glanced up the path, there wasn't a sight of anyone else, when the horn had been sounded to indicate that the fox had been caught she was sure that everyone had returned to the house. Even the old gillie, his job completed, and the corpse of the fox slung over one shoulder, had disappeared through the woods, the fastest path back to the house.

'Or what is your view on how a debutante might commit barbarous behavior*,'

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