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"How re froretted!"

"Yes," Rafe said slowly "I’m afraid that my father was a rather selfish man, in many respects"

He led her to the next panel A plu around quizzically while Puck was in the very act of lowering an ass’s head onto his shoulders

"Who is this?" Iht’s Dream}" Rafe asked

"I suppose so… oh, that’s the workiven a donkey’s head"

"Only then does Botto rather queer "When he wears the ass’s head He has to be disguised because she’s so beautiful" He looked down at I, sleek, as if he had never rumpled it in his hands, drawn it across her breasts, and then replaced that caress with a rougher touch of his own She was looking up at him, amused, her eyebrows arched

Slowly the amusement faded from her face, and after a roup

Rafe just stood there a ht of the ass’s head on his shoulders

Chapter 31

In Which Several Parties Warn of Ruined Reputations

Gillian ht into her bedchamber She stood there for precisely one moment, her fists clenched Then, solely because her chest was compressed and for some reason she couldn’t even take a breath, she marched back out of her cha co on a blanket, kicking about and talking to herself

The nurse launched herself to her feet and bobbed a curtsy with so of knees "It’s Miss Pythian-Adams, isn’t it? I’m Mrs Blessams I remember your name, of course, because it sounds just like a heroine in a novel I don’t suppose you read them, but I’m fair addicted to Minerva Press"

"Oh, I have read the hard to shape her mouth into a smile A heroine she wasn’t Because a heroine--

Even in the raded of situations, a heroine never found herself--

She knelt next to Mary The baby gurgled and smiled and"Mae eyes before and that delicate pointed chin

The baby had just reached out again, when the face looking down at her suddenly disappeared Mary’s little face crinkled with rage, and she let out a shriek

Gillian looked down at Mary, kicking her fat little legs in disapproval, as Mrs Blessams hoisted herself out of her chair

"She’s that drael, but if you cross her in the s h tiood for theht take a chill" She said it iain tried to summon the kind of smile required: a co the door quietly

He was there, leaning against the wall, waiting for her

She tried to walk past hih There was no point in pretending "It’s none of my business," she said

He looked at her "Mary is mine"

She just couldn’t stop herself "Yours and--and that--"

"Mine" He said it fiercely

She nodded and pulled her arm away "Good afternoon, Mr Spenser"