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“Chatham. He is nothing but a scoundrel. Just look at the way he stares at you. It is obscene.” Charlotte collided with turquoise again and lost her next breath. Licking her lips, she cursed herself again for forgetting her lace fan. “Yes, isn’t it?” she murmured absently. “You should see what he does with his tongue.”