“So what would you have me do?” She spread her arms, indicating the dozens of boxes. “Use this. Get out of the house. Take me with you. Somewhere. Anywhere.” He groaned. “Emma . . .” “It doesn’t have to be public. Surely there’s somewhere we could go without being seen. Vauxhall, perhaps. Or a masquerade. I want to spend time with you. Take me along on one of your nightly prowls about London, if nothing else.” “That’s not going to happen. None of it is going to happen.” “Because you’re too proud.” “Because I am decided. You shouldn’t presume that a few new topcoats will change my mind. We had
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