speckled with Rookwood’s infamous mud.
Harrington barged past Bates, spotting Norah immediately. “Norah!” he gasped, striking a theatrical pose of relief. “Thank God. I am here to rescue you from this madness. Agatha is beside herself. The scandal! Get your cloak at once. I have a carriage waiting.”
He didn’t even look at the Duke. He reached out to continue reading …
