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Defeated, he slumped down onto his seat and ate his syllabub. “Oh, sir I’ve been so naughty! The room had a grandeur that reminded him forcibly of his early life as a minor prince. It was a garment that reminded him, infallibly, of the nearly unbearable desire he felt when he had first seen her standing defiantly in his doorway. Rose had on the floral dress she had been wearing the first time he saw her. “I’m sorr—”
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