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“Revenge, like horticulture, is beneath me.”
If you don’t uphold standards, who do you think will?” Not long ago, Alistair had asked the same question. He had thought it his duty to set an example. Hell, he still did. He had only changed his mind about what that example ought to be. “My dear Aunt Pettigrew,” he said in his most aristocratic tone. “If you do not find brotherly love and filial respect to be standards worthy of being upheld, then you and I shall simply have to disagree.”

