Devil's Cub (Alastair-Audley, #2)

by Georgette Heyer

‘Don’t keep interrupting!’ commanded Vidal. ‘I meant to bring the other sister to Paris, since I had to leave England –’ ‘Merciful heavens, what have you done that you had to leave England?’ cried Miss Marling. ‘Shot a man in a duel. But that’s not important. The

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‘Rupert, it is most serious. He meant to elope with the bourgeoise, and oh, Rupert, he has taken the wrong sister!’ Rupert stared at her blankly. ‘Taken the wrong sister? Well, I’ll be damned!’ He shook his head. ‘Y’know, Léonie, that boy drinks too much. If this don’t beat all!’ ‘He wasn’t drunk, imbécile! At least,’ added Léonie conscientiously, ‘I do not think he was.’ ‘Must have been,’ said his lordship.

‘Married?’ he repeated. ‘Married?’ he almost flung her from him. ‘By God, then, you shall be widowed soon enough!’ he swore.

‘If you succeeded in protecting your virtue, my dear Miss Challoner, I can readily believe – knowing his lordship – that your methods must have been exceedingly drastic. You perceive me positively agog with curiosity.’ ‘I shot him,’ she said bluntly.