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Sybil darted to the front door where Harris stood on sentry duty

“Quickly, Harris, open the door”

“But, ma’am, Mr Daventry—”

“Mr Daventry is not your employer” Sybil opened the door herself and hurried out Miria behind “Bower!”

The burly servant looked up “Just returning your maid home safely, ma’am”

“I need to take command of Mr Daventry’s coach” Mr Daventry wasn’t the only one who could break a promise

Sybil informed Bower of the attack in the street, of his master’s sudden and swift departure The servant seemed far from shocked by the dramatic turn of events and simply nodded

“Then I’d best be on my way, ma’am” Bower climbed the stone stairs, and with hands the size of h the street “I have my instructions”

Instructions?

But it had been a surprise attack

Sybil was about to protest, but Boas already clilanced out from the conveyance and said, “Mr Daventry always keeps his word, ma’am,” and then slammed the door shut

“Well!” was all she could say as the coached off in pursuit

Tonight she had learned more about Mr Daventry and his relationship with her father Yet the man still proved somewhat of a

mystery Indeed, it was as if Sybil had been whipped into a ind and was still spinning

Returning to the house in so to bed But how could she sleep knowing Mr Daventry h another vicious battle?