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Chapter One ~ 1879-2
Redding put a small glass of brandy beside him because he never drank port. “Is there anything more you may need, Your Grace?” Redding enquired respectfully. “See that I am called early tomorrow morning,” the Duke ordered. “I will have a large amount of correspondence to attend to.” “Very good, Your Grace.” Redding then bowed and went from the dining room. The Duke sat back in his chair and sipped his brandy. As he did so, he wished again that Fiona was with him. ‘I will see her tomorrow,’ he consoled himself. He had had enough time in Rotterdam to buy her a very attractive and expensive present. He had intended to give it to her for Christmas, but now he thought that she might as well have it at once. There was only a little over a week now to Christmas. The thought made him re
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