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... t’s awkwardness, Beatrice Hargrave didn’t tease him further. Her gaze was clear and unwavering. "Uncle Nicholas, it’s getting late. I need to rest,"
"Hmm," Nicholas Croft nodded, and as he turned, he supported himself on the wall with one hand. His head was severely dizzy, and if not for his strong self-control, the part of his body swelling might have long found an outlet.
Closing his eyes, he shook his head, "Bea, could you help Uncle back to his room?"
"Sure,"
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