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Chapter One ~ 1818-3
She gave a little laugh that was not a particularly pretty sound as she added, “But he has noticed me! He has singled me out and made me the talk of London and now we are both guests at a house party given by the Marquis of Swire.” Harry raised his eyebrows. “So you are at Swire Castle,” he exclaimed. “It is only five miles away.” “Yes,” Delphine answered. “That is why I was able to come here since all the men have gone out riding.” “I bet they will have some jolly fine horses,” Harry muttered beneath his breath. “Now what the Duke has asked,” Delphine went on, “is that he would like to see my home and he has therefore suggested that he and I should dine here tomorrow evening!” As she finished speaking, there was complete silence and she was aware that her listeners were staring at
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