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Please also help to convert this book into an audiobook in every major language spoken on Earth. David Ernest Duke born July 1, is an American White universal rights activist, former Grand Wizard of the Knights of the Ku Klux Klan, former Republican Louisiana State Representative, and a candidate in the Democratic presidential primaries in and in the general election for President in Duke describes himself as a racial realist asserting that "all people have a basic human right to preserve their own heritage".

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We shall end the racial genocide of forced integration. We shall work for the eventual establishment of a separate homeland for African Americans in the United States, so each race will be free to pursue its own destiny without racial conflicts and ill will.

The book purports to "examine and document elements of ethnic supremacism that have existed in the Jewish community from historical to modern times.

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Mondvale was fawned over, revered even, and Constance wanted to know how he did it. It could not be by virtue of him being a duke alone. Yet all that had faded in the disdain society currently showed her. Constance lowered her lashes and turned away from the cold, magnetic, and penetrating gaze that stared at her. Look at her, the very image of Viscount Radcliffe himself.

How did we not notice the likeness? They have the same blond hair and vivid green eyes. A sharp tremor of bitterness quivered through her. She refused to show any emotion, trying to draw upon the coldness she had seen her brother display on numerous occasions. She feared she failed abysmally when tears pricked behind her eyelids. She swallowed, but the lump that formed in her throat seemed to lodge itself, immovable despite her several gulps.

God, why am I here? Why did I not tell Mother no?

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Constance had been in town for the past several weeks, and after a number of miserable social events, it had taken tremendous courage to attend the ball tonight, knowing the condemnation that awaited her. She felt so branded, cut off, and isolated from the very people who had fawned over and loved her last season.

Only a year ago, she had been one of them, the belle of the ball, her presence sought after by both young men and ladies. She had been so thrilled when she made her debut into society, so excited to go about securing a well-made match.

Sebastian had been overly indulgent, declining all offers for her last season.

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It was a decision she had no doubt he now regretted. Then the rumors of her illegitimacy had surfaced, and overnight she had become a pariah— the Beautiful Bastard. The haute monde had deemed her imperfect, and had moved with swift and brutal efficiency to cut off the one who offended their sensibilities. Friends had turned cold, and her laughter and joy had withered.

Yet her mother was still determined she be displayed on the marriage mart. Constance did not delude herself by thinking she was being seriously considered by any suitors. What lord would want to marry a lady with such inferior circumstances?

Not even the misters seemed interested in winning her favor. She had believed after rusticating in Dorset for almost five months, away from the prying eyes of society, the gossip would have moved onto greater scandals. But she had been in London now for almost three weeks, and not one of her many former friends had presented themselves at the townhouse in Grosvenor Square.

Even her dearest friend from last season, Lady Annabelle, had been notably absent. Constance had written to Lady Annabelle while in the country, but after her reply demanding to know the truth of the rumors, no further correspondence had followed.

And their reluctance had been clearly evident. A deep ache burgeoned inside her. Her life had become so tedious. For enjoyment, she had been reduced to watching others enjoy themselves. Constance wanted to turn around to identify the speakers, but she focused instead on the dancing couples. The mocking laughter and twittering grated on her nerves.

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She wanted to lash out and hurt them as they had hurt her. But she knew a lady did not behave in such a manner.

And while her mother had failed to inform her of her true parentage, the viscountess had raised a lady. With deliberate movements, Constance walked away, heading toward the refreshment table.

She did not have much of an appetite, but she needed something to do. She selected a plate and put a few bite-sized morsels on it.

She stiffened as she heard another cackle of whispers from a group lounging idly by. Her shoulders relaxed when she realized for once they were not discussing her. They call him the Lord of Sin for good reason. He is sinfully tempting.

She who had done nothing to deserve their disdain, while Mondvale actively flouted the dictates of polite society. It was so unfair.

He is nothing but a common gambler. He is not fit for the title. But look at him, one would think he had inherited the title at birth rather than by accident. An accident? Mondvale had been the next in line to inherit, whether he had been several times removed or not.

It was the rule of primogeniture, but apparently that did not matter. She knew what they saw—the self-assurance and the arrogance that was normally only inbred from birth—and they resented him for it. He cut quite a commanding figure, generations of aristocratic breeding evident in every inch of his bearing despite not being an entitled eldest son.

She realized it was the mantle of power that sat so easily on his broad shoulders. Not breeding, as far as society was concerned.The haute monde found him deliciously dangerous and unpredictable.

Clearly, this is an oversimplification. Even her dearest friend from last season, Lady Annabelle, had been notably absent. Yet her mother was still determined she be displayed on the marriage mart. Chapter One London,April Lady Constance Thornton stood apart from the swirl and buzz of the midnight ball she was attending, watching Lucan Devlin Wynwood, Duke of Mondvale, with the utmost discretion. I use the three-letter abbreviation, HDR, to indicate the second edition of my Handbook of Medicinal Herbs, because I compare and contrast it to other important sources, which are also represented by three-letter abbreviations.

He is nothing but a common gambler. She would have much preferred to remain in the country, away from prying eyes, wagging tongues, and the scorn of society.

But to be his duchess! Yet all that had faded in the disdain society currently showed her.

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