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Excerpt: 1812, June, To Wed a Proper Lady
Aldridge was approaching, his long-limbed prowl deceptively fast. “Excellent shooting, Winderfield. I apologise for my principal. I knew the man was an ass. I did not realise he was also a coward.” Drew inclined his head just enough to not be openly insulting. “I told him to stand still,” he Read more…