“You insult me!” the Marquis said. “I would hardly try to pass off a ‘country yokel’ as my Ward.”
He thought as he was speaking that this was exactly what he had encountered in the first two orphanages that he had visited.
If Shamara had not turned up in the last one, he would have been obliged to look at those in London.
This would doubtless have been dangerous from the point of view of keeping his search a secret.
Of course, he thought, without saying it aloud, Shamara was bound to make a number of social errors if they were not checked.
How could the little child of a Missionary, who had no doubt followed her father as he had preached to the heathen, know how to behave in the most exclusive, the most critical and very certainly the most elegant Society in the world?
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