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Philippa felt like a prisoner for the next two days. Her voice had recovered, but the bruises around her throat were still visible. The ugly purple marks formed two dark rings around her neck. Lady Lennox had not wanted her to resume her duties until she felt capable, but after three days of laying quiet in her bed, Philippa needed to be doing something. So, despite Ruth’s protests, she’d dressed in her black uniform, bound her hair with her maid’s cap, and assisted her friend in cleaning the upstairs rooms.
By early evening she felt more like her old self and was sitting in the kitchens with one of the footmen, Roger, as he polished pair of Lord Lennox’s Hessian boots. Their lordship’s valet had the night off.
“His lordship finally felt it was safe to leave the house,” Roger said as
