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“Rafe, how did you meet Miss Talleyrand?” Peregrine asked as he watched the other man line up his shot for the tenth wicket. The final guests for the week-long party had arrived in the last hour, and a good number of ladies and gentlemen had gathered near the croquet lawn, mallets in their hands. The light breeze tugged on the skirts of the ladies, making them look like a flock of colorful birds gracefully moving about the gardens.
“How did I meet Sabrina?” Rafe swung and with a solid whack! the ball ripped through the wicket and bounded down part of the small slope to the rest of the lawn below.
“Yes, Sabrina. How did you meet her?”
“I came across her at an inn when Isla and I were returning to London shortly after Lady Germain’s party last fall. She was without any money and had no
