You took those jumps like championNow we'll trot home easy, you deserve the rest half-closed her eyes and let her head lollShe'd sleep tonight she'd never slept beforeNard to believe she'd been in Dublin morning and crossed Ireland twice since breakfastThere was the wooden bridge over the Knightsbrookover the bridge I'm on BallyharaOnly a mile to the town, a mile through it to the crossroad, then up the drive and I've made Five minutes, not much more than thatShe sat up straight, her tongue against her teeth, urged the horse with her heelsBallyhara town's up ahead, and there no lights in the windowsUsually the bars are glowing like by nowScarlett kicked hermes birkin with the heels of her battered, delicate c bootsShe had passed the first five dark houses before she saw group of men at the crossroads in front of the Big house dt? RedcoatsWhat did they think they were doing in her She'd told them before, she didn't want them hereNow bothersoi tonight of all nights, when she was about to drop from fatiguef course, that's why the windows are dark, they don't want to have pull any pints for the EnglishI'll get rid of them and then can get back to normalI wish I didn't look so bedraggled It's to order people around when your underclothes are hanging out over the placeI'd better be walkingAt least my skirts won't be around my tiffany co kneesIt was hard not to groan when she swung her over the back of the horseShe could see a soldier-no, an -walking towards her from the group at the crossroadWell, gc She'd give him a piece of her mind, she was just in the mood to it His men were in her town, in her way, keeping her from homeNe stopped in front of the post officehe could, at the - least, have the manners to come all the way to herScarlett stiffly down the center of her town's wide street"you there, with the horse Scarlett stopped shortNot because of the officer's command; it was his voiceGod in heaven, that was the one voice in all the world she'd hoped never to hear again as long as she knock off gucci bags livedShe had to be wrong, she was so tired, that was it, she was imagining things, inventing nightmares "The rest of you, in your houses, there'll be no trouble if you send out the priest Colum 0 'haraI have a warrant for hisarrest No one will be hurt if he gives himself up Scarlett had a mad impulse to laughThis couldn't be happeningShe'd heard right, she did know the voice, she'd last heard it next to her ear speaking words of loveIt was Charles RaglandOnce, only once in her entire life, she had gone to bed with a man who wasn't her husband, and now he had come from the far end of Ireland to her town to arrest her cousinIt was insane, absurd, impossibleWell, at christian dior china least she could be sure of one thing-if she didn't die of shame when she looked at him, Charles Ragland was the one officer in the entire British army who would do what she wanted him to doGo away and leave her and her cousin and her town aloneShe dropped the horse's reins and strode forward "Charles?" Just as she called his name, Charles Ragland shouted, "halt!" he fired his revolver into the air"Charles Ragland, have you gone crazy?" she shoutedThere was the crack of a second shot, drowning out her words, and Ragland seemed to jump into the air, then fall sprawling Scarlett started to run"Charles, Charles!" She heard more shots, heard shouting, ignored it cartier woman watches a