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.Perhaps she really had gotten too angry too fast.Then it occurred to her that he was taking much longer than it would take him tochange his clothes.Curious, and thinking she might even apologize, she went to take a peek in the bedroom.Gawking at the sight that met her eyes, she told herself, I should be angry.I must be angry.But it took all her strength not to double over with laughter.He had indeed changed his clothes, and then had gone through her things and foundher other corset.Made especially to go under fancy gowns, it was edged all around with lace, and bits of lace were now floating through the air as Cord very methodically used the knife he always had somewhere on him to cut the two corsets into tiny pieces.It was certainly fortunate that the dress she had chosen for church, althoughfashionably draped at the back, was not bustled.Most of her wardrobe was going to need modifying before she could wear it without provoking mayhem.Anne walked further into the room, giving up the fight to stay angry.What she wanted to do was start pulling the small bits of lace out of the black hair, smooth them out of the wings of his eyebrows, sit down on the bed beside him and have him hold her and kiss her, but she knew that wasn't going to happen.Instead she sat a careful distance from him and said, "All right, you win.I'll never even think about wearing a corset again, to church or any place else, but you remember in ten years when I'm not so slim and you start to think maybe I'd look better all trussed up, you're going to have to request me to wear one, complete with please."Cord watched her walk out of the room and thought in ten years.I wonder if I'll even know where she is in ten years.The next Sunday they made it to church.Since the purpose of attending services was to pacify the townspeople, Cord decidedno matter how things stood with his brothers, folks might as well be reminded that he was part of a large and clannish family.He made sure that they arrived early enough Sunday morning to join the rest of the Bennetts as they walked from Ephraim's to the church.He was spared introductions.Anne was not only already acquainted with all the Bennetts, she had told him that Frank's wife, Judith, was one of the women her family regularly held up to her as a model of all she should be and wasn't.Even featured, still slim after bearing Frank three sons and a daughter, the pale blonde beauty usually had a serene air about her.Cord, however, had over the years endured quite enough of the half-crazed behaviorhis mere presence often provoked in Judith.He had strong ideas about which womanought to be emulating the other and had told Anne so.Anne's quick, mischievous smile at him after she greeted Judith told him she was remembering what he had to say on thesubject.Frank and Judith's three youngest children, Gil, Martin, and Beth, were properlypolite, but Cord did not miss the contemplative way Luke, Frank's oldest at 21, andEphraim's son, Pete, who was the same age, regarded Anne.They were wondering ifthere was a way to use her to provoke the fight they were spoiling for.And damn them, they might be right that they now had a lever they could use to get what they wanted.Anne looked surprised to find herself sandwiched among Bennetts in a pew close tothe front of the church, but it wasn't long before she focused such an unforgiving glare on Pratt that he started stuttering.For the first time in his memory, Cord found the service entertaining.As they left the church, Cord heard a moan, and Leona Wells enveloped his wife in ahug, weeping uncontrollably.Maybe Rob couldn't get her home yelling at her, but this just might do it.Anne got her mother seated on one of the benches in the churchyard and he heard hersay, "Now, Mother, either you stop crying right now, or I'm just going home without even talking to you.Come on now, I'm fine, get hold of yourself."Feeling definitely better, Cord headed for the buggy, only to find Armand and Helene LeClerc petting his new buggy horse."Morning, Mr.LeClerc, ma'am.""Armand, call me Armand, and my wife Helene.From a man whose wife wears oneof my prettiest rings I want no mister.This is your horse, yes?""Yeah, Anne had a notion what kind of horse should pull a buggy, so she picked her out.Too small for a saddle horse anyway."Armand's round cheerful face fell."Then she's not for sale? My wife and I used to have a buggy horse.We spent many a happy hour driving around.We had no particularplace to go.It was just for fun, but we could never find another one like him when he got too old.I could pay you a hundred and fifty dollars for a horse like this.We're not horsemen.We need something that doesn't frighten us on the ground or in the buggy."Seeing LeClercs talking to Cord, Anne almost dragged her mother over as fast as shecould and heard this last."Why, Mr.LeClerc, Mother had exactly the same problem after our old Mollie died.You're right, Silvie would be just perfect for you.""Silvie?""Her name is Silverheels, but we call her Silvie.""Ah, such a pretty name for such a pretty mare.Well, if she's your own special horse."Anne winked at him."Just a minute." She pulled Cord to one side."Would it be awful to let them have her? They were so nice to us.I liked that bay with the narrow blaze too
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