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At the words "well-paid" the duke started in his chair with a look of pain; but Pollyooly's deep blue eyes shone suddenly like bright stars, and she smiled a heavenly smile. It was not that she was mercenary. "Yes?" she said a little breathlessly. "He wants you to go down to his house in the country and pretend to be his little daughter, Lady Marion Ricksborough.
Otherwise you couldn't have made them believe for so long at Ricksborough Court that you were Marion. Cook shall make you up a packet of sandwiches so that you won't starve; and if you can keep them busy till the afternoon, we shall have all the time we want to get comfortably away." "I think I can," said Pollyooly with the confidence born of much experience in hide-and-seek.
As she cut it she wondered uneasily what had brought the duke to the King's Bench Walk. If there was one person in the world with regard to whom she did not enjoy a clear conscience, it was the duke. Had he come for the reason: That she had helped the duchess in the original evasion of his daughter? That she had spent a fortnight at Ricksborough Court as his daughter?
The duke, Lady Marion's nurse, and her governess had believed Lady Marion Ricksborough to be still with them, and had given the duchess all the time she needed to hide her. For a whole fortnight Pollyooly had played her part with such skill that only the duke's nephew and heir, Lord Ronald Ricksborough, had discovered that she was not Lady Marion.
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