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Because Felicity was so much more worldly-wise and sophisticated compared to herself, Carmela felt she was like an unfledged school-girl stepping into a world of which she knew nothing and would therefore appear gauche and unsure of herself. At the same time, she could feel a sense of adventure seeping through her because it was so exciting to have such beautiful clothes and to get away from the Vicarage. “God will look after me,” she told herself before she fell asleep. She felt quite sure too that her father and mother were near her and they would somehow protect her from any extreme consequences of the deception on which she was embarking to help Felicity. “Whatever happens,” Carmela said, “I will try not to have any regrets.” The Earl of Galeston was sitting in the library at Gale