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Оглавление“I have no idea who you are, but this is my house and I must ask you to leave it.”
He came right into the kitchen. “A very hoity-toity speech,” he remarked in an English as perfect as her own. “Quite wasted on me and useless to anyone else around here—they wouldn’t have understood a word of it.”
“Who are you?” She stood her ground, although the instinct to move back was strong, but she was annoyed at being called hoity-toity. So she lifted her pretty, determined chin and looked down her fine nose at him.
“Your landlord.” He laughed without amusement….
“You’re mistaken.This house is mine. My aunt, Miss Brodie, left it to me.”
He sighed loudly. “I have neither the time nor the patience to mull over the intricacies of leasehold property. Take my word for it that I own the lease on this house, Miss Henrietta Brodie.”
