“When can we be alone together?” She asked him, never loosening her grip. She crawled underneath the soft white sheets, reclining and pulling the blankets up to her chin. The vast mirrored chamber, with its four little square window bays, two either side of the large raised dais that led to the French doors, was very full of company for the start of the Little Season. It would be downright cruel to disillusion her. Earles recovered his spirits. “It’s bound to be all right,” she said. After all, why should I care what strangers think?" Ruth asked with sudden heat. Hope reared.
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