“Eloise,” he said, “Mother is beside herself.” That sobered her in an instant. “Oh, no,” she whispered. “I didn’t think.” “No, you didn’t,” Anthony replied, his stern tone exactly what one would expect from a man who’d been the head of his family for twenty years. “I ought to take a whip to you.” Phillip started to intervene, because, really, he couldn’t countenance a whipping, but then Anthony added, “Or at the very least, a muzzle,” and Phillip decided that brother knew sister very well, indeed.
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