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She ran towards the arched stone door, her mouth forming an “O” of surprise as she realized that she was in the high turret of an ocean side castle. She felt privileged above other women at parties, where she was on display as all the duchesses and queens looked upon her with envy as he was so clearly entranced by her in every way. “I will be off,” she declared. Well, one must hope, that was all. By the time she arrived at the Beck’s doorstep, the morning was risen. “Good-bye,” he said earnestly. "You came hither under my protection, and you shall depart freely,—nay, more, you shall have an hour's grace. “You’re an idiot and your attitude is repugnant. What can she be? The wife of a country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too. But where in the world was the girl? A door led to another chamber beyond. Was she so fearful still? Roding shrugged and grimaced. of like, one seventy-five or something?” She looked at Michelle with worry. Only she sent me a message, and together we found a cottage for her to stay at.
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