"I'd like to leave, please."The woman at the door blinked, surprised. She was older, maybe sixty, with kind eyes and a housekeeper's apron. "Leave, Miss Aster?""Yes. Leave. As in walk out the front door and go home." Eliora kept her voice polite, but firm. "Is that a problem?""I'll need to check with Mr. Virelli.""I'm not asking his permission. I'm telling you I'm leaving."The woman's smile stayed kind, but something behind it didn't move. "Of course. Let me walk you down, then. It's easy to get lost in this house."Eliora doubted that was the real reason, but she nodded and followed her out of the bedroom.The hallway outside was long and bright, lined with old paintings and tall windows looking out over gardens she hadn't noticed the night before."This way," the woman said, leading her down a wide staircase."I don't think I caught your name," Eliora said."Agnes. I've run this household for over forty years.""Well, Agnes, I appreciate the help last night. But I need to get b
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