Jeffries Wins the Prize CHAPTER 9 “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here when you first came by.” Sir Nathan Ramshaw gave Luty an apologetic smile as he rose to greet her. “But unfortunately, I was at a meeting at the Board of Governors for the bank.” Luty waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t apologize, Nathan, it was my fault for stopping by yesterday without sending you word or waiting for an invitation.” She glanced around the opulent drawing room with amazement. For a man who’d started life as a poor boy from the East End, Nathan had done himself proud. Her own home was nicely turned out, if she did say so, but he’d managed to outdo just about everyone except the Queen. The fireplace was paved in a rare bluish marble and set behind a low fire guard of highly polished brass, the walls were covered with gold leaf patterned paper, and gold and blue velvet striped curtains topped with a trio of valences draped the windows and were tied back by thick gold braided cords.
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