She was still fully dressed; so all she
had to do was to pause before the mirror and give her hair a few pats. Dizzily, she
grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no
heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. She had thought that all Morningside Park
householders came home before seven at the latest, as her father usually did. Her husband had caught her leaning over a precipice
into the ruins of the oubliette, and had punished her by
flogging her back with a switch. “Beats me. His body went
limp, and as he withdrew she ironically found herself at
the doorway for the first time in her life of being truly
aroused. Distress like hers might palliate far greater offences than she ever
committed. It was easy to discern Gianfrancesco’s mood. He
was braver than her husband, who paced and cowered in
the corners of the once-sunny Palazzo. ’
‘And your precious vicomte didn’t wish for the English one,’ said Charvill,
acid in his voice. . ‘Perhaps I could indeed rescue
you if only you would confide in me. ”
“There’s Miss Garvice.
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