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“Only if it’s not too much trouble.” The hour was late, and she had heard the clock chime in the corridor. She didn’t want to keep her maid up very late. “For you? Nothing is ever too much trouble.” Mina clucked her tongue in a motherly way and worked at the laces on the back of Letty’s gown. Once Letty wore only her nightgown, she pulled on the robe de chambre, leaving the floral-patterned robe open, not bothering to do up the tiny pearl buttons. She eased into her bed, the sheets a little cold, but she would soon warm up with the steady fire burning in the hearth across the room. Mina returned with a glass of warm milk, along with a few biscuits and a raspberry tart served on a blue china dish. “Now, tuck in and rest. We’ll have much to plan for on the morrow.” Mina kissed her forehead