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Winter came: rainy, damp, and savage. Their faces had bite marks that were hers. Full as she was of him, it felt good to shower her kill out of her hair. Jonathan shook his head. ‘Because,’ said Lady Bicknacre in the confidential manner of all matrons when passing on a tidbit of scandal, ‘Nicholas married against his father’s wishes and ran away.
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