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... ct Montgomery had barely crossed the threshold of the Fiennes drawing room before he heard her voice — brisk, thoughtful, and already halfway into a philosophical argument.
Sophia stood near the tall window, sunlight sharpening the sapphire tones of her riding habit, her posture straight but restless. When she turned to him, her eyes lit — that spark she still insisted meant nothing more than "comradeship," much to the frustration of half of London.
"Lord Montgomery," she greeted ...
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