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“When she looked up, he was still gazing at her. Serafina had felt eyes on her before when she had been out in society, and she had never appreciated the feeling. She always felt like a piece of mutton hanging in a shop window, the gentlemen peering through the glass, sizing her up, imagining how she might taste compared to some other piece of meat on offer that day. This was not that feeling.”