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... er Sinclair dabbed his mouth with a linen napkin, dropped it onto his pristine plate, and stood up. The movement was a signal. Chairs scraped back all around the table as the extended family rose in unison, like well-trained soldiers.
"The ladies will retire to the Blue Drawing Room," Grandfather announced, his gaze sliding dismissively over Aria. "Catherine, please ensure everyone is comfortable. Diana, try not to drink the cellar dry."
He turned to the men.
"Gentlemen. ...
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