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Contents

Cover (#u86440f32-acda-51bc-bab8-a4a4dbe26e45)

Back Cover Text (#u8776683b-7c54-5d16-bc1c-9a25c505350b)

Introduction (#u2e0abb13-c8b2-54b6-97e2-ae4de63d0ef6)

Author Note (#u9a732773-7065-51c3-a88c-941b4514353a)

Title Page (#uaf786c4e-35f5-5a88-b4a6-ad5fbe6f1a95)

About the Author (#u8de11ad3-3d72-5ee7-9f5b-ee211d3e3318)

Dedication (#u1766923c-dab9-52e6-a352-e36debc5191f)

Prologue (#uedf4e702-8bb3-5108-b4a9-851dacdb7b91)

Chapter One (#u787d7b3a-764c-5b37-9f0d-5a3047a4c561)

Chapter Two (#u00e7f44e-c78d-55c6-bd0f-682a637999ab)

Chapter Three (#u151b6913-1a07-586e-b63c-12c50630b144)

Chapter Four (#u01376737-8366-5da5-ad75-82e094dc86ba)

Chapter Five (#u8ba62526-8d88-5485-816f-14a7710cd99e)

Chapter Six (#uc49384b4-1eaa-5aa7-9c2a-ead831b79c37)

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Prologue (#ude25f249-d36c-5e6b-bb02-097036ef212a)

Paris—1816

‘He is dead?’

Cecilia Lockhart stood in the doorway of the shabby Paris room where her husband insisted she should be grateful to lodge. Sounds of babies crying, a man and woman quarrelling, and an old woman wailing could be heard from behind closed doors. The scent of cooking meat, urine and sweat filled her nostrils.

A captain of the 52nd Regiment of Foot stood stiffly in the hallway, unable—or unwilling—to look her in the eye.

‘Killed,’ he said. ‘By a Frenchman. In a duel.’ His tone was disapproving. Why not? Duelling was forbidden in the regiment. ‘He apparently had a great deal to drink.’

Of course he had. What day did Duncan not have a great deal to drink?

‘What happened?’ she asked. ‘Did he cheat at cards? Insult the French army?’ Why did she bother to ask? Cecilia did not care about the reason.