“So that I would be transported?” the Duke remarked.
“D-did you – know that was – the penalty?”
“Of course I knew it!”
“And you still came – to save me! How can – you be so kind and so – very very brave.”
“How could I possibly lose anyone I love?” the Duke asked her.
As he spoke, he knew that, while he had not admitted it to himself, he had known long before he kissed Alysia that he loved her.
He had never had much to do with young girls before.
He thought that the debutantes he had seen in London were gauche and unattractive and he had spent all his time with worldly, sophisticated married women.
They had brought flirtation to a fine art and they managed to be seductive with every word they spoke and every movement they made.
To him Alysia had seemed like the Spirit of Spring.
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