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Chapter 10 Music jangled and beat through the grand hall. Swathes of colour sashayed around the room, feathers dipped and bobbed. Having paid the guinea tickets, despite the personal invitation from Mayor Harris, Lord Benedict and his son waited in the receiving line to the annual St Vincent Hospital Ball. With dress code of either plain or fancy dress, father and son had opted for formal attire. Clement had considered arriving dressed as the devil, but Lord Benedict had quashed that idea. They were too close to the bone to risk either discovery or temptation of the spirits for a mere whim. Clement had acquiesced without argument, which made his father nearly as nervous as the ridiculous costume suggestion. Lord Benedict would have preferred to slip into the ball unnoticed, but the Mayo