Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five November 26th, 1808 Exeter, Devonshire They reached Exeter after darkness had fallen. Icarus directed the postilions to a hotel on Cathedral Close that had been recommended to him as a quiet and superior establishment. It was certainly superior, but it was also much larger than he’d anticipated. “Perhaps we should find somewhere more discreet.” “I’m wearing a veil,” Miss Trentham said. “No one will recognize me.” Icarus wasn’t so certain. He thought that anyone who knew Miss Trentham well would recognize her, veil or not. The austere elegance of her clothes was unmistakable, as was her cool poise. They didn’t dine until nearly eight o’clock. Icarus saw at a glance that Miss Trentham had spoken to the kitchen staff. Of the ten superb dishes arranged on the table, o
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