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Scrumptious.

I can't type it here, the Spoiler Stasi would waterboard me, but Z.O.M.G. this is the outside of enough! I pity the fool who doesn't indulge in the occasional Heyer. A diet of them would be akin to steamed pudding for breakfast, Queen of Puddings for lunch, and a Pavlova for dinner, but damme they are vintage champagne with an entremet.

Oh, it's almost over and I am sure that I suffer the most acute agonies as, page by perfidious page, I am led to chuckle and grin as the odium of completion grows closer and closer! Wicked book! I would command you to be twice as long had I but the proper sorcerous words.

Miss Laxton's eyes brimmed over again. "You will marry {Deborah}, and I shall g-go into a nunnery, or s-something. You will soon f-forget me," she said bravely.
This frightful picture of the future made Adrian raise his head, and say forcefully: "No!"
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LOLOL

E.O. wheel:

Clearly in the roulette ancestry.

Most agreeably madcap.
Now to acquaint myself with what the devil an "E.O. board" might be.

"...directed the ghost of a w-bomb..."
*ghost of a retch*

I sense one of Mrs. Heyer's marvelous set-pieces coming in the next chapter! I must pause to fortify myself for the gales of laughter I anticipate will animate me.

It has been a very long time since I cared so much about fictional gambling. I'm not, and never have been, a gambler, so reading about it isn't usually very interesting to me. This chapter held my attention as firmly as any I've read in the recent past, an unusual event though one to be cherished.

"...he winked once, very broadly, at Deborah."

First w-bomb and, it must be said, a most amusing one.