“Well, I don’t know,” she said thoughtfully. Something in his tone pinched her heart. As she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown, sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered hip everyday garb. Three little letters can’t make a bit of difference. If only one might open the shutters and let in the light. Only the next of kin. At the door through which she had entered the room stood the so-called Monsieur Valade.
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