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CHAPTER ONE 1894-2
But at the same time even while Daisy could set his body on fire, as far as his mind was concerned, he criticised the banality of what she said even when the words were spoken through her perfectly curved cupid-bow lips. “Damn it all,” he had said to Harry, not once but a dozen times, “I shall never marry.” “Of course you will,” Harry replied. “You must have an heir and quite frankly The Castle would benefit by having a hostess at the end of the table.” If Harry had exploded a bomb under his feet, the Marquis could not have been more surprised. “Are you insinuating,” he asked, “that I am not a good host?” “No one could be a better one,” Harry answered, “but at the same time when you are entertaining – and no one does it more lavishly – it seems somehow unbalanced that there is not at
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