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.She moved her hand sharply away and then, seeming to recollect that they were on public view, raised itgracefully in order to fan her flushed cheeks. I know nothing of passion, she said. You are wastingyour time with me, my lord.I am not the sort of woman on whom words like these will have any effectwhatsoever. The theater is certainly overwarm, he said softly, his eyes on her fan.She ceased her movements abruptly and turned her head to look directly into his eyes.He expected herto move back when she saw how close they were, but she stood her ground, so to speak.He couldsense anger hovering behind her control, and willed it to burst forth, even in this very public setting.Especially here, perhaps.They would instantly become a spectacularondit.But he could almost see herreining in her temper before she spoke. You would be well advised not to continue pursuing me after tonight, she said. I will not accept anyfuture invitation that includes you, my lord.I am accustomed to moving in circles where gentlemen areunfailingly gentlemanly. How intolerably dull for you, he said. Perhaps, she said, plying her fan again, I like a dull life.Dullness is much underrated.Perhaps I am adull person. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Then perhaps, he suggested, you should marry someone like Bartlett-Howe or Stennson.Every timethey move they are lost to view within a cloud of dust. He thought for an intrigued moment that she was going to laugh.Then he was convinced that she wasdrawing breath in order to deliver the blistering setdown he had been trying his damnedest Lord knewwhy! to provoke.But dash it, the door of the box opened before she could either laugh or explode,and she turned her head away sharply to gaze down into the pit again.Kit rose and bowed to Mrs.and Miss Merklinger, helped them resume their seats, and asked them howthey had enjoyed the first act.He grinned and winked at a poker-faced Farrington, and resumed his seatbeside Lauren Edgeworth only moments before Sutton and Lady Wilma returned and regaled everyonewith a résumé of every topic of conversation they had pursued with Lady Bridges and her party.The second act of the play rescued them all from death by boredom.5It rained intermittently for five days straight.It was impossible to walk any farther abroad than the backgarden of the Duke of Portfrey s house during the brief intervals between heavy downpours of rain.Lauren would have been perfectly content to remain quietly indoors, keeping Elizabeth company andbusying herself with her needle and her pen, but everything around her seemed to conspire against anysuch hope.The Duchess of Anburey came the morning after the theater visit with gentle reproof for Lauren s havingagreed to remain alone with Viscount Ravensberg when Wilma had very properly tried to draw her awayto call at Lady Bridges s box.Even when Lauren pointed out that she had stayed in Lord Farrington sbox from choice and that their tête-à-tête had been conducted in full view of any of the theater patronswho had cared to look, her aunt informed her that a lady could never be too careful of her reputation.Especially Lauren, under the circumstances, she added significantly.She invited the Duke and Duchess of Portfrey and Lauren to dine the following evening.It would havebeen a reasonably pleasant family event, Lauren thought afterward, if it had not been for the presence ofthe lone outsider, another of the Earl of Sutton s worthy, dull friends, who was seated next to Lauren atdinner and scarcely left her side all evening.It was most provoking to be six and twenty years old, a jiltedbride, so to speak, and the object of all the determinedly well-meaning matchmaking efforts of several ofone s relatives.Viscount Ravensberg did not remain without a mention.Lord Sutton regaled the company in the drawingroom after dinner with an account of the viscount s latest scandalous escapade.He had made a spectacleof himself the day before by going for a swim in the Serpentine in Hyde Park in the middle of the daybetween rain showers, wearing only well, the earl did not care to elaborate onthattopic in the presenceof ladies.Lord Ravensberg had been laughing merrily when he got out of the water and revealed himselfin all his shocking dishabille he had not even been wearing his boots! He had sketched a deep, mockingbow to Lady Waddingthorpe and Mrs.Healy-Ryde, who had stopped, despite the mortification of being Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlwitness to such a shocking sight, to do their duty and inform him that he was a disgrace to his name andhis family and the uniform he had worn until so recently.It was they who had spread the story, of course,beginning in Lady Jersey s drawing room no more than an hour later
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Wiley J.K. Lasser's From Ebay to Mary Kay 6th
Mary Higgins Clark Córeczka tatusia
Mary Jo Putney Chińska narzeczona
Monroe Mary Alice Lato marzen
Children of God Mary Doria Russell
Wybór pani prezydent Anne Holt
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