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CHAPTER THREE-1
CHAPTER THREEWhen she woke up the next morning, Carola felt agitated. This was the day – this was the frightening moment when she was to meet the Marquis for the first time. Apart from him, she was nervous of his friends despite Peter’s assurance that they would not talk. She could imagine nothing more humiliating than if it was known that she had pretended to be the Marquis’s wife. And therefore he had lost out to Alton Westwood. She was sure that the American would not only resent having been lied to, but he would also think that the English Nobility who were concerned in the plot were laughing at him behind his back. ‘Please God,’ she prayed, ‘don’t let me make a mistake – please – please!’ Peter was busy the following morning putting the finishing touches to everything he had or
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