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People said that Vera had saved the day, but Dennis, lying in his bed with the cold winter wind blowing across his face, knew that he was the one who had saved the day. Vera Chapman had helped, of course, but he, the Earl, had saved the day. Nonetheless, he felt bad about taking her baby, if it was her baby.
Someone has to do the right thing, he thought sleepily. He didn’t have the strength or the willpower, but Whitby was young and strong and intelligent.
The heavy oak door creaked. He opened his eyes.
“What are you doing up here?” he asked. “You’re not allowed up here.”