Secrets Of An Accidental Duchess - Plot & Excerpts
She knew something of what he must be feeling by now. She’d accidentally taken double her highest dosage of ten grains once at the end of a bout of fever, and she’d vomited for a week. She slowly walked toward the door, and opening it, peered into the corridor. Most of the servants were abed, and she’d noticed only one man on guard in the passageway when she’d come to Lord Fenwicke’s room earlier this evening. Now, the passageway was empty. On tiptoe, she approached the stairs in the dim light of a single burning wall sconce. Hearing no sounds coming from the stairs, she descended quietly. At the bottom, she turned to the right and hurried toward the kitchen. She heard a long, low moan coming from behind her. And then a panicked shout. “Do something, damn you! Do something!” It was Fenwicke’s voice, raw with pain and panic. “But what, sir?” She recognized the voice of one of the guards. “I don’t know,” Fenwicke roared. “Get someone. Anyone! I can’t see, damn you!”
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