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innuendo. Swan turned a deep, painful red as he stopped beside Emma. She noticed
    that the teapot shook in his hands. She feared that when he poured her cup he would spill the brew and
    invite more laughter together with the withering anger of his employer. No, thank you," Emma said
    quickly. I've had enough." But I insist," Miranda said sharply. It's an excellent tonic." Yes, I'm sure it is."
    It dawned on Emma that it might be the unusual tea that had made her ill. She glanced covertly around
    the circle. None of the others seemed the least bit bilious. Pour Miss Greyson's tea, Swan," Miranda
    snapped. I vow," Cynthia murmured in a voice everyone could hear, I quite
    like the way Swan's livery fits, don't you, Abby? It certainly sets off his best features. The view from the
    rear is especially interesting." Hot tea splashed on Emma's fingers. She flinched and jerked her hand out
    of the way. She heard Swan's small, anguished gasp. You clumsy idiot," Miranda hissed. Look what
    you've done, Swan. You spilled tea on Miss Greyson." Swan went rigid. Emma pulled herself together
    with an effort of will. Swan did not spill the tea, Lady Ames. I moved the cup just as he started to pour.
    It was my own fault that I got a few drops on my hand. There is no harm done. I was about to excuse
    myself, in any event." Swan looked pathetically grateful. Where are you going?" Miranda demanded,
    instantly distracted from her rage. We have only begun to play." I believe I will retire to my room, if you
    don't mind." Emma rose cautiously. She was relieved to note that so long as she moved slowly, she could
    deal with the dizziness. You have been most kind to include me in your entertainments but for some
    reason, I . I am not feeling quite myself at the moment." Letty scowled in concern. See here, are you all
    right, Emma?" Yes, of course." She smiled weakly and clung to the back of the chair for support. Just the
    headache." Dear me." Miranda's smile could have been carved from a glacier. I believe we have quite
    overwhelmed poor Miss Greyson with a little too much excitement. She is not accustomed to
    participating in social amusements with those who move in elevated circles. Is that the case, Miss
    Greyson?" Emma ignored the sarcasm. Indeed." She turned carefully and walked slowly out of the
    library. The stair case on the other side of the vast stone hall looked very far away. She braced herself
    and started toward it. It seemed to take forever to climb all the way up to the third floor. But by the time
    she had reached the landing, she thought she was feel ing a trifle better. Nevertheless, she longed to lie
    down until the last of the ill effects of the tea had worn off. There was no one about in the hall. Hardly
    surprising, she thought.
    She had this wing to herself. She was the only guest who had been assigned a chamber in this corridor.
    The other dingy little rooms here appeared to be used primarily for storage and linens. She was definitely
    feeling steadier by the time she got her key into the lock of her bed chamber. She pushed open the door
    and walked into the small, cramped quarters. She glanced around the Spartan chamber with its small
    bed, tiny washstand, and narrow window The only hint of warmth or decoration came from the framed
    bit of embroidery that hung on the wall above the washstand. Emma took off her spectacles and lowered
    herself gingerly onto the bed. She adjusted the pillows behind her head and eyed the framed needlework.
    It was a simple garden scene. Probably Sally Kent's work, she thought. Polly had said that Sally was
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    forever at her embroidery. Emma wondered absently why the unfortunate Miss Kent had left the bit of
    needlework behind. She was still mulling over the question when she slipped into a light, fretful sleep a
    few minutes later. She awoke quite suddenly to the muffled sound of a woman's fearful cries. Please,
    Mister