CHAPTER ONE 1819-2

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“Not really,” the Duke replied. “I do not think it is a laughing matter that you take so little exercise except on the dance-floor, and the only fresh air you breathe is between your lodgings in Half Moon Street and your Club!” “That is not true!” the Viscount answered hotly. “Yesterday I went to a Mill at Wimbledon and last week – or was it the week before? – I attended the races at Epsom.” “What I was really suggesting,” the Duke said patiently, “was that you should ride every morning or, if you prefer, later in the day. I have always told you that my horses are at your disposal.” “I really do not seem to have the time,” the Viscount replied. “Or if you do not want to ride,” the Duke went on as if he had not spoken, “a few strenuous rounds at ‘Gentleman Jackson’s Boxing Academy’ will

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