Do what?” Grant asked. “Put this here. It wasn’t in my quarters before.” Frowning, he walked in, looked at it. “No,” he said after a moment. “Raleigh, I’d presume.” “Is there anything a duke can’t do?” “Apparently not.” His voice bordered on petulant now. “Why is he giving you works of art?” “I’ve no idea. Perhaps he has a surplus. He is a duke, after all.” Grant muttered something.
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