“You are, without doubt, the worst chaperone in the long, venerable history of chaperones. Spinsters the world over are wringing their lace caps.” He knew she was right, but he had no intention of admitting that. “I suppose you are an expert in the behavior of chaperones.” “I know they are not supposed to loom,” she snapped. “I am not looming.” “You are nearly seven feet tall. All you do is loom.” “What would you have me do? Shrink to the size of your fairy suitor?” She rolled her eyes. “He’s taller than most men in London!” He smirked. “Not taller than me.” “Well, of course not. You’re
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