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Would nothing deter her?

He smiled on a sudden thought. “You have not yet seen the accommodations, Miss Vincent,” he reminded her.

“Nor have I inspected your gambling hall,” she returned with patently false affability. “At what hour do you close?”

“At three in the morning, Miss Vincent.” His lips twitched with quite irrepressible amusement. “You are determined to stay? It would be highly improper of you to do so.”