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Chapter Two-1
Chapter TwoAmelia Frobisher’s door opened immediately to their knock. Rafferty wondered if she had been waiting behind it with her eye glued to the spy hole. Perhaps aware that her response to their knock might imply an unseemly prurience given that Clara Mortimer's attacker had left her with her skirt around her thighs, after Rafferty had introduced Llewellyn and himself, Amelia Frobisher covered her haste by adopting the superior air of one to whom prurient thoughts were foreign. And although only around five feet six and disadvantaged by her lack of stature, this didn't stop her trying to look down her long nose at them in true Grand Dame style. After studying them for some moments through popping, pale blue eyes that indicated some thyroid problem, her inquisitiveness about her neigh
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