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maid put her hand to her mouth. Her shoulders shook. Her eyes sparkled. A sound like escaping steam crept between her fingers.
I can't help it, Cutwell thought, I just seem to have this amazing effect on women.
'Is it a manjoined them with extreme reluctance but with remarkable self-control. Only the frantic bobbing of his adam's apple betrayed him. There was no doubt about it, he'd be no good for magic for days.
She turned and he caught a whiff of talcum powder. For weeks, dammit, for weeks.?' came Keli's voice from within. The maid's eyes glazed over and she tilted her head, as if not sure of what she had heard.'It's me, Cutwell,' said Cutwell.'Oh, that's all right, then. You can come in.'Cutwell pushed past the girl and tried to ignore the muffled laughter as the maid fled the room. Of course, everyone knew a wizard didn't need a chaperon. It was just the tone of the princess's 'Oh, that's all right then' that made him writhe inside.Keli was sitting at her dressing table, brushing her hair. Very few men in the world ever find out what a princess wears under her dresses, and Cutwell
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