She swallowed hard. Miss Ellicot has spoken to you, the great Mr. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. She even thought that perhaps she might come to love him, in spite of that faint indefinable flavor of absurdity that pervaded his courtly bearing. Part of his head was swathed in linen bandages. Here, indeed, was a type with which he had never until now come into contact—a natural woman.
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