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"Miss Knight, your car is waiting," came the dry, proper voice from the doorway. Emma ignored it, her attention focused on the epee in the hand of her fencing instructor, dancing inches from her own. She feinted and lunged, taking advantage of her opponent's expectation that she'd be distracted by the intrusion, and scored a hit to his shoulder ( Read more... )