SHE DANCED ALONE IN THE EMPTY BALLROOM AFTER MIDNIGHT-UNAWARE THE DUKE WAS WATCHING

small trunk went up on the roof. She had bought no new dresses, bringing her father’s small book of poetry, her mother’s silver locket, her two dresses, and nothing else. Her aunt watched from the drawing room window but did not come out.

At the last moment, Mr. Holston came to the carriage door, holding something wrapped in brown paper. “A gift, Miss,continue reading …