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“I do not know how the English ladies can bear with you, señor.’ He looked merrily down at her. ‘Why, I have not called upon them to bear with me, señora.’ She faced him suddenly. ‘You will scarce have me believe you have not trifled often and often!’ she said hotly. ‘No doubt ye deem women of small account!’ ‘I do not neem you of small account, child.’ She smiled disdainfully. ‘You are mightily apt. Do you use this manner with the English ladies, pray?’ ‘Nay, sweetheart, this is the manner I use,’ Sir Nicholas answered, and promptly kissed her.”

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Beauvallet

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Georgette Heyer
Georgette Heyer

Georgette Heyer, born on August 16, 1902, was a renowned British novelist. Known for her historical novels and intricate love stories, Heyer's works are particularly famous for their depiction of the customs and habits of the British upper class in the 18th century. Her writing style is unique, characterized by its wit and humor, which has won her a large following among readers. more

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