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 "But what?"

"I simply can't bear to think of your spoiling your beautiful hands."

June's eyes were fire; her cheek flamed like a peony. "Go and look for your beautiful windmills, and leave my hands alone."

But the owner of the beautiful hands was now fettered by the knowledge that she was beginning to blush horribly.