Ash grabbed the broadsheet from her hand and regarded it with horror. “‘Monster of Mayfair Saves Puppies from Burning Storehouse’?” This . . . this was an outrage. Widows. Downtrodden. Puppies. Someone was chipping away at the legend he’d so carefully constructed. He took the stack of broadsheets and leafed through them, skimming the stories themselves. A pattern of suspiciously similar phrases began to emerge. This paper has it on the highest authority . . . An anonymous source of great repute . . . “The pups wouldn’t cease licking him in gratitude,” a lady of Quality reports . . . So. Emma
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