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Grace Wallflower

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“You were right about that Clark novel,” Percy said. “Quite exciting actually.”

Charles was not listening.

“She’s over there.”

“Hmm?”

“Miss Elliot.” He pointed across the room. “Catherine was just chatting with her.”

“Watching my sister, were you?”

Percy hesitated. “It is her first ball. Someone must warn away inappropriate suitors. You’re obviously too busy.”

“What makes you so certain I was looking for Grace?”

Percy raised his eyebrow.

Edmund joined them. “I say, Charles, you should’ve seen yourself just then.” He demonstrated by opening his eyes and mouth wide and chuckled. “Who are you looking for?”

“His lady love.”

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