’ Roding blinked. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. Consternation gripped him. He called a waiter. Near as idiot as this capitaine of yours. A discreet husband would leave the dispensation of his bounty, where women are concerned, to his wife. “It’s THE Society!” said Miss Miniver. The three young men exchanged expressive glances. Her heart in her mouth, she heard his foot scrape on the floorboard and knew from his expression that Gosse had heard it too. If you have enjoyed it, please consider leaving a review – it does help so much.
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