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My dear Miss Featherington, I hope you will forgive the liberty of this letter. I wished to tell you, how much I owe you. Do you recall that afternoon in the gardens, some months past? You were waiting for my sister, the late sun caught in your hair. I remember thinking you looked otherworldly. I sketched you then. I did not intend to; my hand acted before I considered the impropriety. I continued to do so on other days, from other angles, always unseen—until you noticed. I expected embarrassment, perhaps reproach. Instead, you regarded the drawing as something of value. You said it was beautiful, and encouraged me to pursue what moved me. No one had spoken to me in such a manner before. My family indulges my drawing as a harmless pastime. You were the first to suggest it might be more. That it might be mine. It was shortly after that I resolved to apply to the Royal Academy of Arts, having concluded my studies at Eton. I do not presume greatness, but I am choosing my own path. For that resolve, I thank you. Yours most sincerely, Benedict Bridgerton.

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