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“Both”

They were silent for ato decipher what that meant They shared a mutual attraction, a hidden passion that once released burned with ferocious intensity

“I remember the first ti, ith it being a sht you to London”

“We went to the theatre, I recall” Daphne had fondA true gentleh you hate opera”

“I despise any expression of sentimentality”

“But Thoo” The emotive performance had stolen her breath, surpassed all expectation “It was kind of you to take us Frohly bored”

“The opera holds no fascination forthe look of joy and wonder on your face proved to be far ”

Heat crept up her neck to ware “The ht a tear to my eye more than once”

“I reaze for a moment, he looked up at her “There is no need to be jealous of Lily Whatever happened between the to do with the nature of their work Tho a reason to hurt you”

Thorpe could not have said anythingThomas had every reason to despise her Tears fors trickled down her cheek before she could wipe them away

“You must miss him,” Thorpe continued

“It’s not that,” she said searching in her reticule for a handkerchief

“Then what is it?” He reached across the carriage and handed her a navy-blue cotton square e the solitary letter D reminded her that Thorpe was but one ofBut he’d always been Daniel

Daphne brought his handkerchief to her nose and sniffed The aro, wood and lavender flooded her nostrils It was a set

“They are tears of guilt, not sorrow,” she said