"There was not much light in the halls, and more than one woman in England has black skin." Honoria watched Christopher pull himself in, trying to calm himself, and failing utterly. "If you are contemplating rushing over there and beating information out of the earl, do not," Mr. Henderson said sternly. "Switton saw me watching the ladies and told me they would attend the party. If we behave like civilized gentlemen . . ." Grayson broke in. "But we aren't civilized gentlemen. We're pirates." Henderson gave him a deprecating look. "Nonetheless, it's best to get a feel for the lay of the land. Charging in headfirst will do more harm than good." "I agree with Henderson," Christopher interrupted. He'd gone cold as ice-covered granite, his eyes chill windows to the man inside. "We'll watch the house tonight to see that nobody leaves it, then we'll attend this garden party. If Manda is not there, and Switton truly knows nothing about her, then we leave him alone." He let his gaze drift in the direction of the Lord Switton's house, as though he could see it through the hills.
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