Why must her old nurse discover her precisely at this moment? ‘What are you at now, may I ask?’ Martha glared at the footman. His gaze dropped to the black garment that covered her. Wood. I must go and dress at once. He went on. His physical body was predictably paralyzed with shyness and fear of rejection, barely soothed with a series 51 of blatantly direct requests and compliments. ‘Do not think—’ he panted, ‘that I am finished—with you, mademoiselle. His was the Latin turn of thinking; he had fallen in love at thirteen, and he was still capable—he prided himself—of falling in love.
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