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Rayne peered around at the imposing edifice of King’s Cross railway station. Despite the fact that she wore a heavy gown with a black velvet dolman draped over her upper body, she was quite cold, and the breezy station only increased the chill. She stood with her lady’s maid, Ellen Moore, a woman in her late thirties whom her father had hired to assist her while they were in England and Scotland. Ellen was quiet but kind and easy to be around, and Rayne felt they were forming a friendship, something she knew was very American, but she didn’t care. Ellen passed her a thick black muff to tuck her hands in, and she smiled at her maid gratefully.
“What do you think of it, Ellen?” Rayne pulled her black dolman up around her neck, fighting the chill inside the station. “Quite an architectura
