![]() ![]() I cannot endure one more telling of her husband’s illustrious connection to a king’s hawker two hundred years ago.” “That’s somewhat understandable,” Penelope said. Huntley arrived, and I vow, if he could have bolted out the window, I think he would have.” “He only came to receive Mama’s thanks for rescuing Milo.” She made a bored face. ![]() “Were you?” murmured her sister with a sly look. ![]() “He barely was here.” Abigail dropped onto the chair opposite Penelope. At least Pen was being more cautious about reading 50 Ways to Sin this time Mama never went into the conservatory, claiming it made her sneeze. Abigail thought she saw the edge of a pamphlet sticking out from between the pages. Penelope put down her book without a second glance. When she got back to the house, she sent Milo away with a footman and went in search of her sister, who turned out to be in the bright conservatory at the southern side of the house. Abigail decided it was time to cast off subtlety. ![]()
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