5/12/2023 0 Comments A duke of her own by eloisa james![]() ![]() “That would deny most of London the pleasure of realizing just how desperate I am to meet him,” Eleanor snapped. “I heard it from at least three people in the last half hour, so he might have been civil enough to remain in the open where he could be easily found.” “Everyone knows that Villiers came to this benefit specifically to meet you,” Anne said. Lord Thrush called after them, but Anne didn’t even pause. He doesn’t seem the type.” She set off in the opposite direction. “Villiers won’t be in that nest of Whigs. “Killigrew’s not eligible either, is he? His daughter is at least your age.” Her sister turned a corner and peered at a group of noblemen. “Lord Killigrew would dislike being identified as a dowager,” Eleanor protested. I can’t let you waste another evening chatting with dowagers.” ![]() ![]() “I’m worried that Villiers will leave before we find him. “And therefore we have to act like hunting dogs?” Lady Eleanor replied through clenched teeth. Bouchon, née Lady Anne Lindel, tugging her older sister along like a child with a wheeled toy. “The duke must be here somewhere,” said Mrs. Duchess of Beaumont’s ball to benefit the Baths ![]()
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