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’ There was a chuckle in his voice. I’ve got no feminine class feeling. “Wild horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me out. Captain Hilary Roding and his inamorata, Miss Lucilla Froxfield. Anna suddenly leaned forward and looked around her.
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