“Ah, you are familiar with my reputation, are you, Miss Trent?” Dain enquired. “Oh, yes. You are the wickedest man who ever lived. And you eat small children for breakfast, their nannies tell them, if they are naughty.” “But you are not in the least alarmed.” “It is not breakfast time, and I am hardly a small child. Though I can see how, given your lofty vantage point, you might mistake me for one.”
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