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368 pages, Paperback
First published March 29, 2020
"You were very curious?" Elias repeated, in that low, sonorous voice. He added a soft laugh, which also seemed friendly, but now Dora wasn't quite sure whether she should take it as such. "Well then. That makes it all better. Was there anything else you were curious about, while we're at it? Shall I take off my trousers and let you take my measure?"
She frowned vaguely at the fountain in front of her. That is a lot of water, she thought. Enough to soak my dress properly. Perhaps I can scrub out the worst before the party is through..
Dora got to her feet and wriggled the dress over her head. Only a moment after she'd dunked the whole thing in the fountain, however, she heard a man's voice utter a foul swear word behind her.
"What are you doing, you mad little twit?"
[...]"I would have thought the situation was self-evident," Dora said calmly. "Does a man of your formidable knowledge really require the concept of laundry to be explained to him?"
Elias pinched at the bridge of his nose with his fingers, sucking in a breath. "My dear Miss Ettings," he said slowly. "You are standing in a viscount's back garden in your unmentionables, washing your dress in a fountain. Have you truly no concept of the strangeness of your situation?"