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"Do you think I ought to have so himself in the mirror His shirt was spotless, but even he had noticed lately that it see

Trevick’s eyes lit up "A wonderful decision, Your Grace Wonderful!"

The poor"You could have "just ordered a few shirts," Rafe said, turning to the side Da away At this rate, he’d be as thin as Gabe soon

"You gave me a direct command not to do so," Trevick said reluctantly

"I did?" Then, after a moment, "I must have been cup-shot"

Trevick’s silence was confirh

"Get so his neckcloth "One of those people Mayne uses I can’t look like a castahen I’, but Rafe knew his thoughts "Not that I didn’t look like that and worse, last year," he said resignedly

"Only very occasionally," Trevick said reassuringly, pulling the shoulders of his coat straight "Will you ride after breakfast, Your Grace?"

Rafe nodded "Do you knohat’s a, Trevick?" He didn’t wait for a reply: the curse of a manservant was that they had to listen to all theirEndless, in fact I’ll go riding, and then I’o I used to go a month or two before I would find the tiht his eye in the mirror "More than a month, eh? Ah well, months and months, then The house hasn’t fallen down about our ears"

But now he looked around, his roo much better than his frayed shirt sleeves "We could use a bit of plaster in here"

"Mr Brinkley will be very glad to know if you have plans for restoration, Your Grace"

Rafe was silent as he tied his neckcloth with swift ," he said, leaving

Sure enough, I!" she said "Josie has returned to us; isn’t that wonderful?"

"Young Josephine," Rafe said, going over to ruffle her hair "You’re looking blooen’s face told him to drop the subject, so he sat down and allowed the footht, he wasn’t quite sure he liked the whole cloak-and-dagger aspect of last night’s adventures If he and Ied in a normal, if illicit, affair (not that he actually knew ainst the wall on the way out of the room and steal one of those slow, hot kisses they’d shared last night

But under the circuen’s eyes slid over hietting stuck on her, likewas practically akin to sackcloth In fact, it looked like a dress that any ladyin the country, kind of a bluish color with little ribbons here and there Rafe had never spent any ti women’s finery But it didn’t take sartorial sense to notice the way her skin glowed creaathered part of her bodice And the bodice was lo enough that a man could scoop a wo, slide his hand down her neck and her shoulder--