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Chapter 5
Chapter Five Rhodes had told her that he was riding out to Richmond that morning, so when Primrose went into the library she expected to find it empty. Instead, she found her brother and Oliver Dasenby seated on the sofa, heads bent close together, talking in hushed voices. They looked up abruptly and stopped talking, almost as if they were children caught plotting mischief—except that they looked serious. Deathly serious. Primrose’s fingers froze on the door handle. Her heart gave a great, frightened thump. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” Rhodes said. Primrose studied his face, studied Oliver’s face, and shook her head. “Something’s wrong.” Oliver grimaced faintly, and turned to Rhodes, said something in a low voice. The two men held a brief, whispered argument, and then fell silent. Th
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