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Stacy, lost to everything, resembling, had she but known it, her father in one of his rare and formidable tempers, raged at him. “You can speak strictly, then? I had thought insolence was more your line. But pray, continue,” she added, poisonously sweet, as she saw him open his mouth. To explain, presumably. But what explanation could mend this?

She no longer wanted her bed. She wanted to see m’lord whoever-he-was groveling before her. Nothing less would do.