![]() She set the book aside and fiddled with the stopwatch. “It’s a special technique called diaphragmatic breathing.” “The belly is for filling with food, not air,” Keir said flatly. “You’re supposed to take in air from lower down, in the belly,” Merritt said, consulting The Thorax and Its Viscera: A Manual of Treatment, which Dr. The trousers were fluid and slightly loose, tailored to allow for greater ease of movement. ![]() With the valet’s help, Keir had chosen a shirt made of Egyptian cotton with mother-of-pearl buttons, and a silk-lined waistcoat, stitched so the hem was perfectly smooth instead of curling upward. ![]() The garments were finer than anything he’d worn in his life. Two sets of French doors opened to an outside balcony that ran almost the full length of the house.Įarlier, Culpepper had brought Keir a selection of spare clothes belonging to the duke’s two grown sons, Lord St. They were in an upstairs family parlor, a wide and spacious room divided into separate areas by groupings of furniture and potted palms. The breathing exercises, which had sounded simple in the beginning, had turned out to be unexpectedly challenging, mostly because Merritt seemed to want him to breathe in a way that was anatomically impossible. He felt more than a little foolish, not to mention frustrated. Merritt stood over him, a medical book in one hand and a stopwatch in the other, while Keir lay flat on his back. “Y OU’RE USING YOUR CHEST,” Merritt said later that day, glancing down at Keir as he reclined on a long, low couch. ![]()
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