“considering you were preoccupied with Lady Cecily. What was my mother thinking, partnering the poor lamb with you?” She had hit a mark, inadvertently, for his expression shuttered. “You have not heard her cat poem,” he finally said, sounding ominous. “You would reconsider who the poor lamb was in our partnering.” “A cat poem? Very well—I do like cats. Was it a good poem?” “Atrocious. But very naughty. Although that was an accident, I believe.”
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