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Chapter TwoDriving away from London in the comfortable carriage the Marchioness had sent for her, Nolita began to feel more and more apprehensive. As she had left her aunt’s house early in the morning, there had been no one to say goodbye to her and it made her feel as if she was setting off on an adventure in which she had no idea what would happen or what would be the end of the story. She was aware that the carriage was more impressive than the one she had driven in yesterday and the four horses that drew it were magnificent. She would have liked to inspect them more closely, but she did not dare because the Marchioness’s servants seemed to look at her as if she was nothing more than a servant like themselves. ‘That is what I am in reality,’ she thought and the idea was far from con