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Iona tripped more than once while dancing with the group. In the end she fell on the ground and her clothes were covered with snow and mud and grass blades. She was feeling so dreadful that she started giggling. In the next moment Iona was lifted to her feet and was caught firmly against a rock-hard chest. The speed with which she was lifted, she felt dizzy and she clung to Rolfe tightly. He kept on holding her with one arm secured around her waist. 

"Do you like dancing so much?" he asked. "Are you hurt?" He looked over at her swiftly to check signs of bruises.