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“But why is he such a focus, do you think?”

Llewellyn shrugged. “I don’t know…”

The duchess fixed him with her most piercing look. “But I think you do, Doctor Llewellyn. In fact I’m
quite

sure of it. Roderick would never have sent you otherwise.“

Llewellyn turned in his seat as though he would rise and leave—an action he did not quite dare to take.
He was in the presence of the Duchess of Morland, who was also his employer. He turned to the
duchess, meeting her gaze steadily, something he almost never managed.

“I will tell you this, Your Grace,” a bit of resentment coming to the surface, “you will need me to sustain
this young man. Perhaps you think that your own knowledge ofregisand its effects will be enough-—but it
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won’t. Without me, Tristam Flattery will not survive what is to come. I beg you remember this when next
you consider threatening me with your dear brother.” Llewellyn did rise then, stiff with some long
contained rage. “Your Grace will excuse me; I have a patient to see.” He bowed quickly and went out,
leaving the duchess alone with her surprise.

“Well,” she said. That, at least, was the truth—or so the doctor believed—there was no doubt of that.

“Come in Doctor,” Tristam called out.

Llewellyn pushed his bulk through the narrow door. “And how are you today, Tristam?” Llewellyn
asked, his tone professionally solicitous.

“Well enough.”

Llewellyn nodded and smiled as though to encourage improvement, but his attention was focused on
taking Tristam’s pulse as the hammock swung.

“Still dizzy when you rise? Headaches?”

Tristam nodded.

“It will take time.” Llewellyn turned Tristam’s hand over, as though examining the color, but it was the
fading tattoo that was of real interest, Tristam knew. “And these terrible nightmares?”

“They have begun to abate a little. How go your own, Doctor Llewellyn?”

Llewellyn lowered Tristam’s hand. “It is you I am con-

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