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“I must commend you,” he said, “on playing your part very skilfully.” “As I imagine you played yours,” she retorted. “There was nothing else we could do,” the Earl said grimly. “Nothing,” Sadira agreed. She was thinking as she spoke of how her stepmother had diabolically threatened to destroy her beloved horse and her dog. She wondered if she had thought up anything so effective but cruel herself or whether the idea had come from the Earl. She was not yet a part of the Social world, but she was well aware that for someone in her stepmother’s elevated position to be forced to go through the Divorce Courts was to sink into the gutter. Sadira had been very young at the time, but she could remember the endless gossip there had been when the Prince of Wales had been cited as a co-respond