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"I do wish you boys would give up that filthy habit."

Charlie has never denied himself anything and won't start now. "It's a shame girls can't be preachers, cos, the profession would suit you." A wicked smile spreads across his face. "Perhaps you'd like a drag?"

"Uncle Alec wouldn't approve." After all the trouble he went to, to keep her out of corsets... "Ladies don't smoke."

He leans over and kisses her on the crease where lip meets cheek. "You're far too good for me," he says with a laugh like ash; she can smell champagne. "Far, far too good."