Sophia stood with hands behind her, the right one clasping the will. The curtains parted, showing Lord Brandon, who grasped them high on each side of him, swaying slightly, and steadying himself. "I thought you said it was Lady Eleanor, fellow!" he reprimanded, turning to Miles. "No, my lord, I said 'a lady.'" "Very well; very well. You wish to see me, madam? I--I regret--that I have not the pleasure of knowing you." "I am maid to Lady Eleanor, sir." "Ah, yes. Pardon me for not recog-cognizing you. I am most stupid…
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