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was alre

to his ear as he spoke in a low, controlled tone. Isabella paused without meaning to, struck by

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ward her instantly, sharp and assessing, before softening just a fraction. H

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and something unreadable crossed h

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her, posture relaxed but alert, as

early and Isabella and Nathaniel

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leaving

the disappointment in her ow

then said, "St

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don

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she agree

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bruptly. "I

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