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.He bowed his head until all she could see was his crown of shorn pale hair. I m aviscount; you know that.The Iddesleighs go back a fair ways, but we only managed to pocketa title five generations ago.I m afraid we have a tendency to pick the wrong side in royalwars.I have three homes.A town house in London, one in Bath, and the estate inNorthumberland, the one I told you about when I woke that first day.I said it was awilderness, and it is, but it s also quite beautiful in a savage way, and of course the land sprofitable, but we needn t ever go there, if you don t wish.I have a steward and plenty ofservants. Lucy s eyes were blurred with tears.She muffled a sob.He sounded as if he were. And there are some mines, copper or tin, he continued, staring at her lap.Was he afraidto look her in the eye? I can never remember which, and it doesn t really matter because Ihave a man of business, but they pay quite well.There are three carriages, but one was mygrandfather s and is getting rather moldy.I can have a new one made, if you want one of She caught his chin with her shaking hands and tilted his face up so she could see his palegray eyes, looking so worried, so alone.She placed a thumb over his lips to still the river ofwords and tried to smile through the tears coursing down her cheeks. Hush.Yes.Yes, I llmarry you. She could feel the beat of his pulse against her fingers, warm and alive, and it seemed toecho the wild fluttering of her own heart.She d never felt joy such as this, and she had thesudden fierce thought,Make it last, please, Lord.Don t ever let me forget this moment.But he searched her eyes, neither triumphant nor happy, only waiting. Are you sure? Hislips caressed her thumb with the words.She nodded. Yes. He closed his eyes as if terribly relieved. Thank God. She leaned down and kissed him softly on the cheek.But when she would ve pulled back, hemoved his head.His mouth connected with hers.He kissed her.Brushing across her lips, teasing her, tempting her, until she finally opened to him.Hegroaned and licked the inside of her lower lip.She brought her tongue forward at the sametime and tangled with his.She didn t know if she was doing it right.She d never been kissedlike this before, but her heart beat loudly in her ears, and she couldn t control thetrembling of her limbs.He grasped her head between his hands and held it, angling his faceacross hers to deepen the embrace.This wasn t like Eustace s gentlemanly kiss.This wasdarker hungry and almost frightening.She felt as if she were on the verge of falling.Or ofbreaking apart into so many pieces she d never be able to put them back together again.Hetook her lower lip between his teeth and worried it.What should ve been pain, or at leastdiscomfort, was pleasure that went to her very center.She moaned and surged forward.Crash!Lucy jerked back.Simon looked over her shoulder, his face taut, a sheen of moisture on hisbrow. Oh my goodness! Mrs.Brodie exclaimed.A tray of demolished china, oozing cake, andpuddling tea lay at her feet. Whatever will the captain say? That s a good question,Lucy thought.Chapter Nine I don t mean to pry, Miss Craddock-Hayes, Rosalind Iddesleigh said nearly three weekslater. But I ve been wondering how you met my brother-in-law? Lucy wrinkled her nose. Please, call me Lucy. The other woman smiled almost shyly. How kind.And you, of course, must call me Rosalind. Lucy smiled back and tried to think whether Simon would mind if she told this delicatewoman that she d found him nude and half dead in a ditch.They were in Rosalind s elegantcarriage, and it turned out that Simon did indeed have a niece.Theodora rode in thecarriage as well, which was rumbling through the streets of London.Simon s sister-in-law, the widow of his elder brother, Ethan, looked like she should begazing from a stone tower, waiting for a brave knight to come rescue her.She had gleaming,straight blond hair, pulled into a simple knot at the crown of her head.Her face was narrowand alabaster white with wide, pale blue eyes.If the evidence wasn t sitting right next toher, Lucy would never have believed she was old enough to have an eight-year-old child.Lucy had been staying with her future sister-in-law for the last sennight in preparation forher wedding to Simon.Papa had not been pleased by her match, but after grumbling andshouting for a bit, he d reluctantly given his blessing.During Lucy s time in London, she hadvisited a bewildering variety of shops with Rosalind.Simon was insistent that Lucy get acompletely new trousseau.While she was naturally pleased to have so many fine clothes, atthe same time it gave Lucy a niggling worry that she would not make a proper viscountessfor Simon.She came from the country, and even dressed in lace and embroidered silks, shewas still a simple woman. Simon and I met on the lane outside my home in Kent, Lucy hedged now. He d had anaccident, and I brought him home to recover. How romantic, Rosalind murmured. Was Uncle Sigh in his cups? the little girl beside her wanted to know.Her hair was darkerthan her mother s, more of a gold, and curly.Lucy remembered Simon s description of hisbrother s curly locks.Theodora obviously took after her dead father in that respect,although her eyes were her mother s wide blue. Theodora, please. Rosalind drew her brows together, creasing two perfect lines into herotherwise smooth forehead. We ve discussed the use of proper language before.What willMiss Craddock-Hayes think of you? The child slumped in her seat. She said we could call her Lucy. No, dear.She gave me permission to use her Christian name.It wouldn t be proper for achild to do so [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.He bowed his head until all she could see was his crown of shorn pale hair. I m aviscount; you know that.The Iddesleighs go back a fair ways, but we only managed to pocketa title five generations ago.I m afraid we have a tendency to pick the wrong side in royalwars.I have three homes.A town house in London, one in Bath, and the estate inNorthumberland, the one I told you about when I woke that first day.I said it was awilderness, and it is, but it s also quite beautiful in a savage way, and of course the land sprofitable, but we needn t ever go there, if you don t wish.I have a steward and plenty ofservants. Lucy s eyes were blurred with tears.She muffled a sob.He sounded as if he were. And there are some mines, copper or tin, he continued, staring at her lap.Was he afraidto look her in the eye? I can never remember which, and it doesn t really matter because Ihave a man of business, but they pay quite well.There are three carriages, but one was mygrandfather s and is getting rather moldy.I can have a new one made, if you want one of She caught his chin with her shaking hands and tilted his face up so she could see his palegray eyes, looking so worried, so alone.She placed a thumb over his lips to still the river ofwords and tried to smile through the tears coursing down her cheeks. Hush.Yes.Yes, I llmarry you. She could feel the beat of his pulse against her fingers, warm and alive, and it seemed toecho the wild fluttering of her own heart.She d never felt joy such as this, and she had thesudden fierce thought,Make it last, please, Lord.Don t ever let me forget this moment.But he searched her eyes, neither triumphant nor happy, only waiting. Are you sure? Hislips caressed her thumb with the words.She nodded. Yes. He closed his eyes as if terribly relieved. Thank God. She leaned down and kissed him softly on the cheek.But when she would ve pulled back, hemoved his head.His mouth connected with hers.He kissed her.Brushing across her lips, teasing her, tempting her, until she finally opened to him.Hegroaned and licked the inside of her lower lip.She brought her tongue forward at the sametime and tangled with his.She didn t know if she was doing it right.She d never been kissedlike this before, but her heart beat loudly in her ears, and she couldn t control thetrembling of her limbs.He grasped her head between his hands and held it, angling his faceacross hers to deepen the embrace.This wasn t like Eustace s gentlemanly kiss.This wasdarker hungry and almost frightening.She felt as if she were on the verge of falling.Or ofbreaking apart into so many pieces she d never be able to put them back together again.Hetook her lower lip between his teeth and worried it.What should ve been pain, or at leastdiscomfort, was pleasure that went to her very center.She moaned and surged forward.Crash!Lucy jerked back.Simon looked over her shoulder, his face taut, a sheen of moisture on hisbrow. Oh my goodness! Mrs.Brodie exclaimed.A tray of demolished china, oozing cake, andpuddling tea lay at her feet. Whatever will the captain say? That s a good question,Lucy thought.Chapter Nine I don t mean to pry, Miss Craddock-Hayes, Rosalind Iddesleigh said nearly three weekslater. But I ve been wondering how you met my brother-in-law? Lucy wrinkled her nose. Please, call me Lucy. The other woman smiled almost shyly. How kind.And you, of course, must call me Rosalind. Lucy smiled back and tried to think whether Simon would mind if she told this delicatewoman that she d found him nude and half dead in a ditch.They were in Rosalind s elegantcarriage, and it turned out that Simon did indeed have a niece.Theodora rode in thecarriage as well, which was rumbling through the streets of London.Simon s sister-in-law, the widow of his elder brother, Ethan, looked like she should begazing from a stone tower, waiting for a brave knight to come rescue her.She had gleaming,straight blond hair, pulled into a simple knot at the crown of her head.Her face was narrowand alabaster white with wide, pale blue eyes.If the evidence wasn t sitting right next toher, Lucy would never have believed she was old enough to have an eight-year-old child.Lucy had been staying with her future sister-in-law for the last sennight in preparation forher wedding to Simon.Papa had not been pleased by her match, but after grumbling andshouting for a bit, he d reluctantly given his blessing.During Lucy s time in London, she hadvisited a bewildering variety of shops with Rosalind.Simon was insistent that Lucy get acompletely new trousseau.While she was naturally pleased to have so many fine clothes, atthe same time it gave Lucy a niggling worry that she would not make a proper viscountessfor Simon.She came from the country, and even dressed in lace and embroidered silks, shewas still a simple woman. Simon and I met on the lane outside my home in Kent, Lucy hedged now. He d had anaccident, and I brought him home to recover. How romantic, Rosalind murmured. Was Uncle Sigh in his cups? the little girl beside her wanted to know.Her hair was darkerthan her mother s, more of a gold, and curly.Lucy remembered Simon s description of hisbrother s curly locks.Theodora obviously took after her dead father in that respect,although her eyes were her mother s wide blue. Theodora, please. Rosalind drew her brows together, creasing two perfect lines into herotherwise smooth forehead. We ve discussed the use of proper language before.What willMiss Craddock-Hayes think of you? The child slumped in her seat. She said we could call her Lucy. No, dear.She gave me permission to use her Christian name.It wouldn t be proper for achild to do so [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]