![]() ![]() Using the instrument was awkward when she was wearing her spectacles, so she pulled them off. No one judging her by her appearance would dream that Miss Daphne Wade had the rather salacious habit of staring at her employer’s naked chest whenever she had the chance, although most women would have agreed that Anthony Courtland, Duke of Tremore, had a chest worth looking at.ĭaphne rested her elbows on the sill of the open window and lifted the brass spyglass. ![]() Her voice was low and pleasant to the ear, with nothing strident in its tone to evoke anyone’s attention. Her height was average, and her figure was usually concealed beneath a loose-fitting work apron of heavy canvas. All her dresses were varying shades of beige, brown, or gray. Her hair was light brown and fashioned into a functional bun at the nape of her neck. Her countenance was plain, made more so by the spectacles perched on her nose. No one who glanced at Daphne Wade would ever imagine that she had a guilty, secret pleasure. And ruin’d love, when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater. ![]()
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