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Randall’s green eyes fixed on Lydia though they lacked the power to unnerve her like Lord Greystone’s bewitching geht the sickly taste of le back up to her throat

“There is no need to explain,” Randall said “I a the unspoken”

Cecil brushed his hair over his balding pate and chuckled “Yes, I can think of a few ti a faux pas, and often before I’ve even opened my mouth”

“Miss Lovell simply seeks to express her opinion” Randall flicked his straw-blond hair off his brow “In my experience ladies rarelyto impress me with her charitable accomplishments”

How on earth had he drawn that conclusion?

The brief respite from Mr Jethro’s mistimed screeches ended Now Lord Randall had arrived, those ished to dance gathered for thetheir fans and pushing their shy daughters forward in the hope of gaining the lord’s attention

“You shall dance with ly oblivious to the fact there was anyone else in the rooance of form”

“Oh, my sister would love to dance” Arabella’s arentle push “Wouldn’t you, my dear?”

Lydia stumbled forward She would rather dance with a man who made her knees weak than with one who made her nauseous

Lord Randall caught her in his slippery hands, hands that ventured beyond the bounds of propriety at any given opportunity Only a fool would encourage Rudolph Randall in his affections

Thankfully, Lydia noticed Mr Gilligan a towards the his master’s recent return, and so seized the moment to offer a feords of reassurance

Extricating herself from Lord Randall’s hold, Lydia brushed the essence of the an as a ency I’m sure Lady Lovell will dance with you, my lord”

Cecil groaned “I was hoping you would dance with me, Arabella”

“Dance with you?” Arabella looked horrified “Not while you’re wearing those shoes They make a loud clip every time your foot hits the floor”

Cecil tried to offer a witty retort, but it fell flat