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CHAPTER FIVE-2
He paused before he had added, “Although I daresay any number of people would disagree with me.” “What you tell me I have to repeat, if it is suitable, to Mr. Farlow and Ellie-May, so what should I know?” Lord Bramton chuckled, but he did tell her that the Prince was an unexpectedly good listener rather than going on chatting about himself. Therefore it was important to think of conversation to amuse him before you were actually sitting at his side. “The most ominous sign when he is bored,” Lord Bramton elaborated, “is that his fingers begin to fidget with the cutlery and his eyes stray along the table. My mother once said that if he murmured – ‘quite so! quite so!’ you knew that you had failed. He was bored and hoping the meal would soon end!” “You are making me frightened and now
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