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The Dark Days Pact by Alison Goodman6/22/2023 ![]() ![]() Clearly, however, she had not yet mastered her understanding of the masculine stride. His lordship was adamant that she perfect a male disguise their duties, he said, would take them into taverns and the like, and she must convince as a man. So it was to be another lesson on manly pedestrianism. Lord Carlston thumped the ebony tip of his cane into the dirt path. “Quite,” his sister said, her expression as sour as the one under discussion. “I can report that the gentleman’s countenance is quite sour. The woman was forever criticizing and correcting. Hammond,” Helen said across Lady Margaret’s rebuke. “Of course she can: it is part of the gift,” his sister said. ![]() Hammond asked, squinting at the tiny figure. “Can you really see him in detail from this far away?” Mr. Even at such a distance she could see that he was a thin, bitter-faced man in a sober blue coat rather badly cut across his stooped shoulders, and an unfashionable tricorn hat drawn low over his brow. At Lord Carlston’s bidding, Lady Helen Wrexhall studied the gentleman walking rapidly toward them up the rise of Brighton’s Marine Parade. ![]()
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