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“What the devil are you doing here?” continued the earl, his customary good manners quite banished by the shock of seeing this girl whose treachery had not prevented her from haunting his dreams, sleeping and waking, ever since she had gone.”

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Book:A Countess Below Stairs
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A Countess Below Stairs

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Eva Ibbotson
Eva Ibbotson

Eva Ibbotson was a celebrated British novelist known for her works in children's and adult fiction. Born on January 21, 1925, she enchanted readers with her imaginative storytelling and whimsical characters. Ibbotson's writing often combined elements of fantasy and romance, infused with humor and wit. She passed away on October 20, 2010, leaving behind a rich literary legacy. more

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