‘In the bookroom, sir,’ answered the man, his eyes round as they took in the
furious beauty at the visitor’s side. His face was aquiline but sweet, the years had not yet
taken the blush from his cheeks and his lips were similarly
rubefacient. ‘And you, my girl, if you’d been born at all, would have been just what
you think you are. I always say that it’s poverty before everything that makes a girl skip the
line. Particularly when it was obvious the fellow was one of these
pitiful wretches weak enough to allow themselves to be ousted from their
inheritances and thus obliged to come seeking succour of their neighbours. You were with your mother, the two
of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women
who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering
under empty baskets and shawls. His jawline was
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masculine and severe, only tempered by the soft hazy
color of his eyes. They
were the only real marriages she had seen clearly.
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