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“I see you are not covering your eyes any longer, Chakkri. Had you noticed the odd mannerism, Robinson?”

“No, sir, I cannot say I was blessed with that knowledge.”

“I expect you were blind to it, then. You may go now, Robinson. I wish you a good-night.”

With that, I blew out the candle at my bedside, the only noise in the room being Chakkri’s rumbling purrs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Besides Beau Brummell, the other real historical personages in this book are: George, Prince of Wales (later George IV), his  Royal Highness, Frederick, the Duke of York, her Royal Highness, Frederica, the Duchess of York, Charles, Lord Petersham, Earl Spencer, Lord Headfort, John Lavender, James Read, the Marchioness of Salisbury, Watier, and, of course, Robinson.

Another real ‘person’ is Chakkri the cat.

 

 

Acknowledgments

 

For his love and understanding while I was writing this book, I want to thank my son, Tom Stevens. You are simply the best!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 2003 by Rosemary Stevens

Originally published by Berkley [9780425190517]

Electronically published in 2013 by Belgrave House/Regency Reads

 

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

No portion of this book may be reprinted in whole or in part, by printing, faxing, E-mail, copying electronically or by any other means without permission of the publisher. For more information, contact Belgrave House, 190 Belgrave Avenue, San Francisco, CA 94117-4228

 

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This is a work of fiction. All names in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to any person living or dead is coincidental.

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