![]() ‘Who told you about that?’ he demanded indignantly. ![]() I didn’t let my sister dress me up in her petticoat when I was five.’ Richard raised one eyebrow at Miles, a skill that had taken several months of practice in front of his mirror when he was twelve, but had been well worth the investment. ‘You turn into a complete bore when you’re chaperoning Hen, you know,’ he grumbled. Miles muttered something about being grateful that his sisters were a good deal older. ‘Well said! That’s exactly the way I want you to think of her.’ Richard clapped his friend on the shoulder in approval. Not that she isn’t a beautiful girl and all that, it’s just, well, she’s your ![]() God knows I’d never try anything improper with your sister. ![]() No time to stop off at home and get my valet to tidy me up. “Miles was frantically trying to rearrange his cravat and smooth down his hair. ![]()
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