“How’d you know it was me?” He looked conspiratorially into the room for hidden informants. Ennison too, always handsome and debonnair, seemed transported out of his calm self. Annabel shook her head. Lucy gestured to Michelle to follow her downstairs. Montague Hill. Something, then, to appease the wrath of God; something to blunt this persistent agony. Instead, he could not get beyond these minor details—why she wore the dress, whence she had come, and whither she was bound. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured.
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