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Chapter Eleven-2
“What are you doing out of the house?” she sour-faced housemaid demanded accusingly. “Walking.” Antonia had her explanation all planned just in case someone saw her. “I don’t remember your husband approving this.” “He didn’t. But then, he didn’t say I couldn’t either” she said glibly. You really expect me to like being cooped up in the morning room all day? He’s gone, what would it hurt if I get out for a little fresh air?” “Well, nothing really,” Luisa conceded. “Then please don’t make an issue of it. I feel like a prisoner here sometimes. The gardens are pretty. I don’t go any further than that. I just need to breathe.” She sounded convincing enough to believe. “Well, just…just…don’t let me find you again. You know Rupert asks me about you when he’s gone.” “Then this will be our s
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