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“I’ll take this to Grand his hand to bob up and doith the diary, alht “She’ll knohat to do”

And she would, he thought Grand, and the annoying truth was, she was ht

“Do let me knohat you find out,” Caroline said, as she headed for the door

“Of course,” he one He looked down at the book 10 Settembre, 1793…

Gareth shook his head and sured his one bequest from the St Clair family coffers would be a diary he couldn’t even read

Ah, irony

Meanwhile, in a drawing room not so very far away…

“Enh?” Lady Danbury screeched “You’re not speaking loudly enough!”

Hyacinth allowed the book fro to fall closed, with just her index finger stuck inside to n deafness when it suited her, and it seeot to the racy parts of the lurid novels that the countess enjoyed so well

“I said,” Hyacinth said, leveling her gaze onto Lady Danbury’s face, “that our dear heroine was breathing hard, no, let me check, she was breathy and short of breath” She looked up “Breathy and short of breath?”

“Pfft,” Lady Danbury said, waving her hand dismissively

Hyacinth glanced at the cover of the book “I wonder if English is the author’s first language?”

“Keep reading,” Lady D ordered

“Very well, let me see, Miss Bu toward her”

Lady Danbury narrowed her eyes “Her name isn’t Bumblehead”