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Penelope let the string slip. The arrow whistled through the air and thudded—dead center.

"Hardly," Penelope laughed, turning in his arms. The wit that usually protected her failed as she looked up at him. "Perhaps the Duke of Ashbourne is good for something other than scowling at garden parties." Download File A Shot at the Duke_ A Witty His -...

Arthur straightened, his curiosity piqued. "Freedom? Most ladies of the ton are content with embroidery and gossip." Penelope let the string slip

"You're gripping the riser too tightly, Lady Penelope," a deep voice drawled. " Penelope laughed

"I am not 'most ladies,'" Penelope said, notches her arrow. "If I win, my father stops trying to marry me off to Lord Ponsonby, a man who has the personality of damp wool."