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CHAPTER FOUR“Miss – Miss Newton,” Michael stammered. “Honoured, madam.” “My Lord,” she replied, coolly. “My father has told me so much about you and I have greatly looked forward to this meeting.” “I too, madam – have – looked forward to our meeting.” Michael cursed himself for not handling the situation better. He had a horrible feeling that he was bumbling, but every sensible thought had disappeared from his head. He had not seen her face until the very last moment. From a few yards away he had been aware only of her magnificence, so different from the simply dressed girl by the river. Even now he could hardly believe that this splendid, imperious young lady was the village maiden with whom he had made so free. He was shocked to remember the rudeness with which he had stolen a kiss.