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.He smiledwithamusement as she sidled closer to the stove and lifted her skirts to let the heat rise underthem. The way you're hugging that stove, madam, I doubt if you'll favor the weather that liesahead. He glanced down at her slim ankles appearing beneath the lifted hem and thought of the icywinds thatwould ruffle her skirts and send her shivering to find warmth.Her daintily made chemiseswould be littleprotection when the wind billowed under them and touched on her bareness.He made amental note tohimself that he'd do something about that later. Will it be that much colder, Brandon? she inquired, a little forlornly. He laughed softly. Indeed, madam.We are taking the northern route just south of Newfound-land so thatwe may gather time lost in our delay at leaving England.As it is, I do not expect to be homebefore thenew year, though I have reasons to hope that we might make it before then. The mate and the purser seemed to enjoy the evening and in particular her presence aboardthe ship.Ifthey were aware of her circumstances they gave no indication.Upon entering the cabin theyhadpresented her with a tiny replica of the Fleetwood and thanked her graciously for her invita-tion.Brandonwas somewhat taken aback by their assumption that the invitation had come from her andstood asidehalf mockingly as she accepted the gift, saying that she would cherish it.The evening progressed smoothly as they entertained her with amusing tales from the Eng-lish Court.Theyseemed eager to make the event gay and engaged in lighthearted buffoonery as they mademock battle ofretrieving a napkin she had dropped and positioning her chair at the table.Occasionally shefeltBrandon's scowl upon her as she giggled her delight with their humor and sensed his strangepossessiveness.Under cover of the meal she glanced often to his face and pondered on hismoods.Hisrage at a boy in a dressmaker's shop, his cold anger with two thieves who would steal herfrom him andwith herself when she would have a servant fasten her gown.Yet on every turn of hand he leftno doubtthat he felt no great love for her.Indeed that he sorely felt the bite of ball and chain.Whatreason then?Greed? Hardly.She had ample proof of his generosity.The lavish wardrobe, the food theydined upon.The best wines graced the table, the best cigars waited to be smoked.No.It was not greed.But somestrange anger grew when other men enjoyed her gay companionship and lightest repartee.What mannerof man was she wed to? Would life with him ever be a normal thing, or just a game of guess with heralways wrong?The meal was over, the table cleared, the cigars now lit with profuse apologies to her, and thetalk turnedABC Amber Text Converter Trial version, http://www.processtext.com/abctxt.htmlto business.Mr.Boniface asked if it would not be safer to take a southern route.Brandonsipped hiswine thoughtfully for a moment and then replied. A week before we lifted anchor, he told the younger man, two merchant vessels left forCharlestonwith their holds full.Each took the southern route.If they reach port before us our cargo willbe worthhalf of what it will be if we can beat them.It is my hope that we reach our destination prior totheirarrival.This is my last voyage and I plan to make a good profit from it for all concerned. That's fair thinking, captain, Tory MacTavish grinned, being a man fond of money.Jamie Boniface nodded his agreement. Jeff and I both invested heavily in the cargo, Brandon continued. I'd like to see our moneydoubled.Ifwe make it back in time it will be. Mr.MacTavish fingered his heavy, tawny mustache. Aye, captain.It's worth the gamble.Myown sharewill be a lot bonnier if we make it on time. As mine will be, the purser admitted, smiling. Will Jeffie be settling down now that you've taken yourself a bride, captain? MacTavish in-quired with alively sparkle in his blue eyes.Brandon quickly glanced across the table at Heather before he chuckled and shook his head [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.He smiledwithamusement as she sidled closer to the stove and lifted her skirts to let the heat rise underthem. The way you're hugging that stove, madam, I doubt if you'll favor the weather that liesahead. He glanced down at her slim ankles appearing beneath the lifted hem and thought of the icywinds thatwould ruffle her skirts and send her shivering to find warmth.Her daintily made chemiseswould be littleprotection when the wind billowed under them and touched on her bareness.He made amental note tohimself that he'd do something about that later. Will it be that much colder, Brandon? she inquired, a little forlornly. He laughed softly. Indeed, madam.We are taking the northern route just south of Newfound-land so thatwe may gather time lost in our delay at leaving England.As it is, I do not expect to be homebefore thenew year, though I have reasons to hope that we might make it before then. The mate and the purser seemed to enjoy the evening and in particular her presence aboardthe ship.Ifthey were aware of her circumstances they gave no indication.Upon entering the cabin theyhadpresented her with a tiny replica of the Fleetwood and thanked her graciously for her invita-tion.Brandonwas somewhat taken aback by their assumption that the invitation had come from her andstood asidehalf mockingly as she accepted the gift, saying that she would cherish it.The evening progressed smoothly as they entertained her with amusing tales from the Eng-lish Court.Theyseemed eager to make the event gay and engaged in lighthearted buffoonery as they mademock battle ofretrieving a napkin she had dropped and positioning her chair at the table.Occasionally shefeltBrandon's scowl upon her as she giggled her delight with their humor and sensed his strangepossessiveness.Under cover of the meal she glanced often to his face and pondered on hismoods.Hisrage at a boy in a dressmaker's shop, his cold anger with two thieves who would steal herfrom him andwith herself when she would have a servant fasten her gown.Yet on every turn of hand he leftno doubtthat he felt no great love for her.Indeed that he sorely felt the bite of ball and chain.Whatreason then?Greed? Hardly.She had ample proof of his generosity.The lavish wardrobe, the food theydined upon.The best wines graced the table, the best cigars waited to be smoked.No.It was not greed.But somestrange anger grew when other men enjoyed her gay companionship and lightest repartee.What mannerof man was she wed to? Would life with him ever be a normal thing, or just a game of guess with heralways wrong?The meal was over, the table cleared, the cigars now lit with profuse apologies to her, and thetalk turnedABC Amber Text Converter Trial version, http://www.processtext.com/abctxt.htmlto business.Mr.Boniface asked if it would not be safer to take a southern route.Brandonsipped hiswine thoughtfully for a moment and then replied. A week before we lifted anchor, he told the younger man, two merchant vessels left forCharlestonwith their holds full.Each took the southern route.If they reach port before us our cargo willbe worthhalf of what it will be if we can beat them.It is my hope that we reach our destination prior totheirarrival.This is my last voyage and I plan to make a good profit from it for all concerned. That's fair thinking, captain, Tory MacTavish grinned, being a man fond of money.Jamie Boniface nodded his agreement. Jeff and I both invested heavily in the cargo, Brandon continued. I'd like to see our moneydoubled.Ifwe make it back in time it will be. Mr.MacTavish fingered his heavy, tawny mustache. Aye, captain.It's worth the gamble.Myown sharewill be a lot bonnier if we make it on time. As mine will be, the purser admitted, smiling. Will Jeffie be settling down now that you've taken yourself a bride, captain? MacTavish in-quired with alively sparkle in his blue eyes.Brandon quickly glanced across the table at Heather before he chuckled and shook his head [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]