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... the silence of the Duke’s bedchamber. He felt the heat crawling up his neck, that traitorous, creeping flush that always betrayed him when he was flustered.
"Please," he began, his voice wavering only a fraction before he steadied it with a dose of his old hospitality-manager steel. "Don’t flatter yourself too much, Your Grace. I’ll admit you’ve got a... decent enough face, I suppose. Admirable. But that’s hardly the reason I was looking at you like that."
He prayed to whatever ...
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