Their eyes met, Amy’s questioning, Colin’s hooded and indecisive. The core-filled napkin dropped from his hand to the basket. “What happened changes nothing,” he blurted out. “I’m still betrothed to Priscilla.” Amy stared at him sitting stone-faced across from her. Unbidden tears threatened to spill from her eyes. He hunched over, his elbows resting on his spread knees, his head in his hands. “Don’t cry, Amy,” he said to the floor. “I don’t think I can stand it.” She blinked back the tears. “I know you’re betrothed. I haven’t been thinking anything had changed, my lord. Have I said something
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