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... ing calculating the exact value of a man’s guilty conscience.
It wasn’t something I could bring up at breakfast. Not with Aunt Cornelia sniffing around the marmalade like a bloodhound with a grudge and a fresh bottle of smelling salts. And certainly not with the servants hovering like silent, lace-trimmed ghosts.
I needed Casimir alone, in his natural habitat, where it would make my demand feel like the ransom it actually was.
By midday, the opportunity arrived. Higgins m ...
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