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He'd already arranged to have a bank draft forwarded to her family--anonymously, of course Elizabeth would never accept it otherwise That ought to stop all this nonsense about herthe first able-bodied--and able-walleted-- about the muddle he was in When his aunt had chased him down earlier that afternoon and told hione off with Dunford, he'd felt a rush of jealousy unlike anything he'd ever dreah his blood, and left hietting Dunford out of Surrey and back to London

London, hell If he could have figured out a way to send Dunford to Constantinople he would have done it

He was through trying to convince hiht of her in anotherto be able to carry off this charade of finding her a husband er Not when every time he saw her he was nearly overcome with the desire to haul her off into a closet and ravish her

Ja clearer to hi to have to marry the chit That was certainly the only avenue that would offer his mind and body any oing to have to reveal his true identity, and he couldn't do that until he'd taken care of this blackatha He owed his aunt this much Surely he could put aside his own needs for one ht

And if he couldn't solve this riddle within a fortnight--well, then, he didn't knohat the hell he was going to do He sincerely doubted he could last er than teeks in his current state of distress

With a loud and unapologetic curse, he turned on his heel and strode outside He needed some fresh air

Elizabeth tried not to think of Jae She wasn't successful, of course, but at least she didn't have to worry about stu roo over the way she'd fled the scene

No, she ad at her It would s so much easier if he were Then she could hate hih, Malcol Elizabeth wasto Lady Danbury lecture the Corbishleys, and the i at regular intervals

"Is this truly necessary?" Elizabeth demanded "To follow me out just to hiss at me?''

Malcolm's reply was another hiss

"Beast No one believes you hiss at me, you know You only do it e're alone"

The cat s with the blasted cat when she drew alongside the stables Malcol with coer at hi silence, which was probably why she did not hear the approaching footsteps

"Miss Hotchkiss"

Her head jerked up Sir Bertrael--was standing in front of her Rather too close, in her opinion "Oh, good day, sir" She took a discreet and, she hoped, inoffensive step back

He sle of cherubs to appear about his head, singing of angels on high "I am Fellport," he said