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CHAPTER SEVEN-2
The butler moved away. When they were alone in the salon, Ilesa sighed, “Oh, poor Papa. He will be so upset.” “Of course he will be,” the Duke agreed. “At the same time he is now ‘rich Papa’.” Ilesa looked at him and he explained to her, “You must realise that your father is now The Earl of Harlestone!” “Yes, I suppose so,” Ilesa said in a wondering voice. “Oh, Drogo! That means he can now employ again all the people who were dismissed when Uncle Robert went off to India.” There was a sudden lilt in her voice as she spoke and the Duke wondered how many other women would be thinking of those who were unemployed rather than the difference that her father’s position would now make to her. “We must go to Papa at once,” Ilesa insisted. “Of course,” the Duke nodded. They walked from th
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