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“Have you other talents you’ve kept hidden, Thornden?” Rowenna asked in the scarce time they had together.
“Oh,” Thornden said, frowning with thought. Rowenna’s eyes twinkled as she tilted her head back farther, still looking at him. Thornden hesitated, trying to think, and once more they were separated in the dance. As they rejoined, he said, “None that I can think of. I can milk a cow.”
Rowenna laughed. They led out and back in, turned away, crossed, and then somebody shouldered Thornden roughly aside and reached out to take Rowenna’s hands as she came back again. For one moment, Rowenna and Thornden’s eyes met, Thornden standing outside the circle of dancers, and then they had swept past, and he stood irresolute and without a partner.
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