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She had a feeling almost like a pain in her heart that she knew she would find the Earl there and why he was there. She was not mistaken. In the gallery, which ran the whole length of the central block, was a man. He had his back to her and for a moment she did not notice that he was tall and very broad-shouldered, but that he was staring at a picture that had been painted by Van Dyke. Prunella’s lips tightened. Then, as she walked slowly down the Gallery, he must have heard her footsteps for he turned his head and she saw that Gerald, the sixth Earl of Winslow, did not look in the least what she had anticipated. Somehow, because she had always heard so much about his wild raffish behaviour, she had expected him to look dandified and perhaps to bear some resemblance to his nephew Pas