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Chapter Five-1
Chapter FiveThe Duke had taken himself to task during the night for being disagreeable. Then he felt ashamed when the valet came into the room with his boots somewhat indifferently cleaned, but with three cravats, washed and with no more than the proper amount of starching, exactly as Jenkins might have produced them. Because he thought it was the least he could do to show his appreciation, the Duke tied his cravat in a more complicated and fashionable style than he had done hitherto on the journey. Then he went downstairs to breakfast to apologise to Valora and determined to make her day a happy one. He also told himself that once he reached York his feelings for her might alter and she would no longer attract him so violently as she had done last night. He thought the reason was par
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