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Chapter Seven-3
* A long time later, when the Duke had sent for champagne so that they could drink their own health in it, Irisa realised that the yacht was moving. She had been so bemused by the wonder of the Duke’s kisses that she had not realised that the engines were throbbing beneath them. Now she asked, “Where are we going?” “On our honeymoon,” the Duke replied, “and alone.” She looked at him questioningly and he explained, “My friends have tactfully agreed to stay at the Winter Palace Hotel as my guests until we return. Then we will take them as far as Cairo or Alexandria from where they will make their own way home.” “Do they – mind?” Irisa asked. “No, because they want us to be happy,” the Duke replied. “They sent you their good wishes, my darling. But I would not let them see you, becau
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