The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. . He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. And don't neglect my instructions this time. If you’ll forgive my saying that, and implying what goes with it.
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