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CHAPTER ONE 1872-3
He paused for a moment and, as his son did not speak, he continued, “I intend to tell Her Majesty when I go to Windsor Castle the day after tomorrow that you are well aware of how gracious and helpful she has been and that you are looking forward to meeting Princess Gilberta as soon as she arrives in the country.” “I will not do it!” the Earl asserted angrily. “You don’t have to live with the woman – I have! I am damned if I will be married to some fat boring German who I doubt knows one end of a horse from the other!” “I expect that also applies to the dancer with whom you are so enamoured,” the Duke replied sarcastically. “It is no use you arguing with me, Clive. I have made up my mind. I shall expect you to obey Her Majesty’s command and accept her invitation to meet Princess Gilbert
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