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THE BLACK MOTH
Harper cudgelled his still dazed brain, and finding none, shook his head.
“No, your Grace.”
“Then you may go.”
The man bowed himself out, clutching his guineas. He was comparatively a newcomer in his Grace’s service, and he was by no means accustomed to the Duke’s lightning method of conducting his affairs. He was not sure that he quite appreciated it. But fifty guineas were fifty guineas.
