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CHAPTER FOUR-3
He walked across the room with Verena following him. The Duke heard them talking about the General until he could hear them no more. His head was still hurting more than he cared to admit to himself. Because he disliked the feeling of being helpless, he scowled at Verena when she came back into the room. “One thing should cheer you up,” she remarked. “You are not going to be a turnip-brain as a result of all this!” “That is, of course, a great comfort to me,” the Duke remarked drily. “And I would like to point out, young woman, that this would not have occurred at all had you not persuaded me to go seeking for highwaymen in that peculiarly unpleasant cellar of yours!” “It was not highwaymen who attacked you or a footpad as I told the doctor,” Verena answered. “It was the Bullion thieve
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