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The dark days club alison goodman6/21/2023 Do you see that dark-haired man over there, standing by the fireplace?” “I have just the thing,” Helen said, allowing her friend to shift her mood. Tell me some news that will keep me from conjuring visions of tripping over my train or bungling my curtsy.” “I feel as if I will jump from my skin at any moment. “Yes, I know.” She flicked open her fan, waving it briskly as if she could fan away Helen’s despondency. “Well, don’t let him find out you carried it here. “I may not have your ability to read expressions, but I can see something has happened.” “I cannot believe you have brought that here.” She studied Helen’s face, a crease of concern between her brows. “Look.” She opened her hand, giving a glimpse of the miniature tied to her fan, then snapped her fingers shut. Could she risk showing it? “Millicent,” she whispered, her heart beating hard. Her aunt was still engaged with Lady Gardwell. Helen pressed her fingertips hard against her mother’s portrait.
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