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CHAPTER SEVEN-1
CHAPTER SEVENTamara stood for some moments with her hands over her eyes. Then as if she had made up her mind, she rushed to the cupboard in the corner of the room and pulled out a leather round-topped trunk. She opened it and started to open the drawers of the chest, packing the first things that came to hand. She was kneeling on the floor in front of the trunk when she heard the door open. “I am busy!” she called out, thinking it would be Rose. The door closed and she thought that whoever it was who had come to find her had gone. Then a voice asked, “What do you think you are doing?” She started violently, turned her head and saw that it was the Duke who was standing in her room. She only glanced at him for a moment, then she looked back again into the trunk, still kneeling, her
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