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It started out slowly, inconspicuously.
But once he had overcome the initial consernation, indignation and rage the unmasking of his wife– his wife!– as the infamous, ruthless Lady Whistledown provoked in him, the idea to ask for her help editing his journals seemed like the most natural one.
Indeed, Colin mused as he watched his wife alternate between writing words and crossing them out, her bottom lip between her teeth, her focus fully on the papers stretched before her, he was good with pen, but she was better with it. Better with pen. And he was better with Pen, too.