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CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FOURSelena retired to bed that night in the little bedroom that was now hers, exhausted but very happy. As she prepared herself for sleep, she thought about the Earl. What a shame it was that his wife and their baby had died – it must have destroyed his life. No wonder he seemed a little remote from day-to-day things. And no wonder that he did not respond to her looks the way most men did. She curled into a tight ball and clutched at the stone hot-water bottle wrapped in flannel that Martha had tucked into her bed. As she drifted off into sleep, she had an astounding thought – the Earl of Wakefield was the first man she had met who she would not mind being kissed by! When Selena woke up in the morning, the sun was shining through the thin cotton of her bedroom curtains. Ther
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