To Tempt The Devil (A Novel Of Lord Hawkesbury's Players) - Plot & Excerpts
Rafe said, hooking his arm through Lizzy’s. She seemed even smaller and more fragile dressed as an old hag, but somehow less vulnerable. Perhaps because he knew the authorities weren’t looking for a craggy-faced crone, but more likely because of the change in her manner. He’d often suspected there was a sharp tongue in her mouth, now he had the proof. She hadn’t shrunk from him since donning the disguise, and she hadn’t held back her opinions either. It had been a good thing, until she’d insisted on coming with him. “Don’t look around,” he told her. “And don’t forget to hunch your back and squint hard for those wrinkles.” “Anything else, master?” She closed both of her hands around his arm, clinging on. Part of her disguise or because she wanted to? Why did he care? “Or should that be mistress?” she went on. “Or Lady Beardly perhaps?” He blew out a breath and the veil puffed up like a cloud. “I’ll have you know I used to be a beauty in my youth. Skin like butter and hair of silk.”
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