The Duke And I
Yes, she'd have to stick it out at Eastland, but she dreaded her next encounter with the grim Duke.
No less did the Duke anticipate his next conversation with his ward. Young Levington was a surly youth, he thought wryly. And entirety too effeminate for his liking, though he did have a prickly temper. Eastland had noted the boy's almost girlish limbs, and though the ill fitting boots disguised it, Levington had a definite swing to his stride. Of course, there were those dandies who affected just such a walk, and limp wristed nonchalance, but he held them in contempt. His mouth tightened. He would have no missish boy under his guardianship. No, he would do something about that at once.
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