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Linnet__ thudding heart raced blood through her veins, sending a flush of embarrassing heat to her face. She had been avoiding him, but she could never tell him why. It took all her discipline not to quail under Sir Anthony__ penetrating gaze. Blast the man. She__ lost count of the times he__ made her feel like a blushing maiden. Strictly speaking, she was still a maiden, but she__ given up blushing years ago__long with simpering, flirting, and so many other talents deemed useful to unmarried women. Except, of course, in Sir Anthony__ august presence.