Our hero, Tom, is spying on an earl’s rooms at a Cambridge inn, c.1733.
The governess spoke in a delightful Scottish brogue. The rrr’s trilled on her tongue. The familiar lilt made him think of his sisters, made him ache for home.
He blinked and forced himself to turn away. Now was his opportunity.
On the chill side of the sitting room, he slid open the door to the bedchamber.
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The Duel (selection #7).
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