The Duel
Rosamund Talbot
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'"Shall I bring the Duke's dinner to the pantry, madam?" enquired Earl, who was the manor's long-tenured butler.
"Yes, I suppose it is best. I do not know where he has gone off to."
"Heaven knows, madam,” said Earl as he took the Duke's dinner out of the room. Indeed, Heaven did know. In fact, so did Hell. It seemed that everybody in every town in every city knew of the Duke's inability to keep his penis between himself and his wife except for his wife. Perhaps it was blind trust, perhaps she was just a tad on the simple side, but for whatever reason, the Duchess did not find anything suspicious about her husband's mysterious absences. Nor did she find anything suspicious about the young girl who had been coming to the Manor several evenings a week for the past eight months for what the Duke claimed were lessons in fiction and poetry writing.