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He bowed over her hand, venturing to drop a kiss on it’s leathery surface. "Then I am old-fashioned. ’ ‘How do you know?’ Lucilla repeated, almost as sceptical as her intended spouse. She had felt deserving of the punishment, as he had been mainly concerned that she would be killed by accidentally falling into the pit, but it was a terrible insult. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. The point is, I know all the tricks in finding a man. \" She whispered back. ‘And so also have I. Escape was now impossible. A great bowl of scarlet carnations gleamed from a dark corner, set against the background of a deep brown wall.
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