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256 pages, Hardcover
First published February 1, 1989
Clad in his customary black and silver, with raven hair unpowdered and elaborately dressed, diamonds on his fingers and in his cravat, Hugh Tracy Clare Belmanoir, Duke of Andover, sat at the escritoire in the library of his town house, writing.
He wore no rouge on his face, the almost unnatural pallor of which seemed designedly enhanced by a patch set beneath his right eye. Brows and lashes were black, the former slanting slightly up at the corners, but his narrow, heavy-lidded eyes were green and strangely piercing. The thin lips curled a little, sneering, as one dead-white hand travelled to and fro across the paper.
Clad exclusively in black and silver, diamonds on his fingers and in his cravat, he stood aloof and motionless, yet dominating the space between them with a strength that was almost tangible. His raven hair, though elaborately dressed, was worn unpowdered as though to deliberately enhance the natural pallor of his skin. The cheekbones were high, the mouth well shaped but hard; and narrow, black brows were set above eyes which, though heavy-lidded and veiled by thick lashes, were strangely piercing, their topaz hue seeming too vivid for a man. A haughty, mask-like face but not unhandsome and, moreover, his Grace had an air.