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Inveterate seducer
Elizabeth Thornton
Copyright 2004 by Mary George
Originally published in 2004 by Kensington Publishing Corp.
PUBLISHED UNDER AGREEMENT WITH KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.
NY, NY - USA All rights reserved.
All characters in this work are fictitious.
Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Original title: The Virtuous Lady
Translation: Renata Bagnoles
Publisher: Leonice Poraponio
Publishers Art: Ana Suely S. Dobn, Monica Maldonado
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Summary:
London, 1846
Determination and daring awaken the desire to live a great love!
The Marquis of Ravensworth, considered the most profligate man in London was
eagerly involved with their conquest of the moment when the library door opened.
In front of the sweet and behaved Samantha. His harsh and bold words intrigued
strongly Hugh Montgomery. The Samantha heart suddenly shot. Without understanding,
she was attracted by the malicious gentleman. Could she change it?
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Chapter I
The soft chords of the orchestra rose by imposing Italian marble staircase,
invading the tranquility of Samantha Langland room, preparing to sleep.
- This waltz not like - Andie said, reproachfully, watching
the pale reflection of Samantha in mahogany dressing table mirror. The love the brushed
hair young every night, until soft as silk.
- Hundred - she murmured, then putting the silver brush on mobile.
The fact that it is happening a dance in the great hall of Broomhill House, in
village of Richmond, near London, not even a little disturbed the balance of Miss.
Langland. Samantha did not like balls. Had never been to one, believed that dancing was
something frivolous and therefore hated this kind of festivity.
The love braided her hair and made a high bun, who held with a clip. The
final touch was a cotton cap, tied under the chin Samantha. The young man looked at
mirror and rebuked his image. It looked like a twelve year old girl, not a woman
nineteen.
- It's time for you to go to bed - said the nurse.
Samantha hesitated, thinking of you asking if they could read for a few minutes
before blow out the candles. However, something in the plump figure of the woman changed
her
idea. She lay in bed and covered herself up to her chin.
- You're too thin, my daughter - said Andie. - Is fading before
my eyes. I go to prepare porridge every day to eat you before your coffee
English breakfasts. - The nurse was Scottish.
- Okay, Andie - Samantha replied, resigned. He had no intention
to discuss with his mistress at the time.
Andie approached the bed, studying the young more closely.
- And those dark circles, then! Ah, my dear, you need to stop suffering. His father and
his mother, that God has, would not like to see her like that. Samantha, for more than one year
that the tragedy happened. Now that the mourning period is over, could you
show a little joy? Not happy living here with his uncles?
Samantha swallowed.
- Of course I'm happy, Andie. I just feel some nostalgia of our house and
Charlotte aunt. Nothing more.
Andie looked thoughtfully at the girl for a few moments.
- Take your time, my dear. It's only fifteen days you're here.
There was no way to be living with his father's aunt. A young woman of her age can not
away from the society. Besides, she could barely take care of herself, as
over you and Vernon. Here, you have the company of her cousin Harriet. London not
has much green as Shropshire, but you will get used.
- Richmond is not London, Andie!
- But it is almost, young lady. And there are many ladies and gentlemen interesting for
here.
- Aunt Esther be disappointed if believes it will transform a girl
Quaker in a fine lady.
- His mother raised him to be a real lady. She was not a lady before
joining Protestant sect and become a Quaker?
- Mom was always a lady - Samantha agreed. - After all, she was
Uncle John sister.
- Then try to remember everything she taught him, but keep in mind that
you will learn other things with his uncles.
Andie thought of getting rid of all Quakers costumes Samantha, dresses
dark, gray, when hung one in mahogany cabinet. She watched with
affection.
- Oh, Andie, what would I do without you? I love you.
- Samantha! - Said the nurse, turning suddenly. - Watch your
words! Ah, my dear, you always like to show their feelings. But I
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I ask you a little caution from now on. What his uncles would say if they heard?
I thank the good Lord for his father would never have allowed you and your brother talk
as Quakers.
- Now, Andie! Do not you know that the Bible was written in Quaker language? And you are
prude.
- I'm not a prude, Samantha. I am Scottish Presbyterian.
- There is no difference - caused the young.
- Sassenachs Samantha smiled!.
- Andie, do you just use this incomprehensible Scottish dialect and deny me
privilege of talking in Quaker language?
- Not the same thing, and you know very well. His uncle is his guardian, and what
he tolerates me, never let you! And I do not even like to imagine what his aunt
would say. She's right would have a nervous breakdown.
Andie was right, Samantha admitted. His uncles would not like to see it using the
Quaker dialect. His father had never allowed the children speak in Quaker language, despite
to find charming when his wife employed.
Samantha expression has become thoughtful.
- Andie, you know what the Aunt Esther's intentions to me. Dresses
elegant, parties and dances, concerts, plays and tours, among other programs.
She wants Vernon and I we enter into high society. I do not want to sound ungrateful or
rebel, but how can I afford? How can I be loyal to everything I believe in, to all that
my mother taught me?
Andie MacNair was at the foot of canopy bed, staring intently at the face
of his beloved young.
- Your mother, as a good Quaker, educated according to the teachings of
God. She was always a very dedicated mother. His father too, though not quaker,
was God-fearing. So it's only fair that you also honor his memory.
Now your uncle is responsible for you. It is your duty to obey. Do everything you ask him,
without feeling that is sinning.
Samantha's eyes filled with tears. At that moment, she wished
most listened to his mother, wished he had been more lenient, more treatable. He wished he had
more passed the hours he had spent with family.
That sunny July morning, but when Samantha and brother
watched parents navigating the calm waters of Lake Windermere, who could
provide that a tragedy happen? Who could have guessed that the coming storm
West would turn into a swirl so suddenly? Who could have foreseen the
horror of that day?
Samantha, soaked from head to toe and terrified, had witnessed everything.
Never forget the scene that had become a constant nightmare.
Taking a deep breath, she gave a shaky smile.
- Good night, Andie. And thank you ... Thank you for everything. Andie MacNair approached
to kiss the forehead of the young.
- God bless you, my daughter. Have sweet dreams. Samantha was alone with
their reflections.
She and her brother, Vernon, had been educated according to the Quakers dogmas,
although the father remain Anglican. Samantha knew there were gay Quakers,
who enjoyed music and dancing, and they wore colorful clothes. But her mother did not
was so. Jane Langland followed the Quaker traditions to the letter.
The room started to get hot, leaving her shaken. She found herself and left the
bed, then walked to the open window. The cool breeze of autumn made running back
wear the robe. His room was located in the back of the house and the window, Samantha
could see the Thames shining with its mystery. She imagined the river waters at the time
Tudor, colorful barges full of carrying smiling courtiers and their ladies to
Hampton cut. Sir Thomas More had sailed by that river from your property
rural in Chelsea, through Richmond Palace, to the magnificent new residence
Henry VIII.
The orchestra played the second waltz the night. Samantha would have to learn the steps
of all the dances, but had no intention of dancing something so vulgar as one
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waltz.
She did not censored uncles, Sir John and Lady Esther, by offering a ball in his
stately mansion. Also felt no envy for his cousin, Harriet, be in
middle of all those people in society. Samantha Langland rather not go to dances.
At least for now. And the uncles had allowed her not to attend. Vernon,
in turn, being seventeen years old, two unless she had not the same
scruples. Accepted the invitation without hesitation.
No, Samantha did not like balls. Enjoying a good book, but unfortunately,
there was none in the room that Lady Esther reserved for him. His books were coming from
Shropshire and only arrive at the end of the week. If only I had something to read, she
could postpone the nightmare that scared every night. Needed to find a
anyway.
Decided, Samantha decided to go to his uncle's library, which was well away from the hall
dance, and choose something that pleased him and that made the time pass.
Avoiding the spiral staircase where he could find a guest, Samantha
moved with his usual elegance, heading for the staircase of employees. Then
went down to the ground.
Pressing the robe to her chest, bent down to pick up his slippers and walked
tiptoe through the desert corridor. The voices in the hall came to her. Samantha
took a candlestick from one of the tables against the wall and entered the great library.
Then shut the door.
Chapter II
In the comfort of Queen Anne style chair, Samantha opened her eyes and tried to
remember where he was. For a long moment, stared at the flames of the candles
illuminated the mirror above the fireplace. The muffled groan from the other side of the door
library invaded his consciousness slowly, and Samantha tried to join forces to
up, to remove traces of sleep from his face.
- Hugh? - The woman's voice was low and sensual. - You do not care about my
reputation? The other guests will notice our absence!
The laugh that followed away any hint of censure. Samantha
heard the rustle of women's clothing, followed by a mild protest was soon muffled
womanizer, a bohemian a night owl. Nevertheless, a great seducer. There were few
women who resisted their charms. Adele St. Clair was not among them.
She smoothed the Marquis chest.
- You know where to find me? I still have that house in Duke Street.
- Yes, I remember - he answered evasively. Then he opened the door and practically the
pushed out.
- You will find me later - insisted Adle.
- Where appropriate - said Ravensworth. His gaze was impenetrable.
Exasperated words appeared on her lips, but died without being
uttered, before the inflexibility in Marquis expression. Resigned, Adle tilted her
consistent head, but before he could will bientt, the door closed.
Ravensworth turned in the library and, with a few steps, took the chair before
occupied by Samantha. He then settled back and crossed his legs. After a few
moments of silence, the Marquis leaned to pick up the fallen book. It was a
Gothic romance of those who loved girls.
- You can leave your hiding place, cherie - he said, taking a foot slipper in
floor, which examined with the maximum attention.
In the depths of his hiding place, Samantha shivered. He pulled the door to her
refuge, holding that was away from the clutches of the man. It would be his
ruin. A pencil, dangerously placed on the edge of the shelf, rolled forward, shook
for a moment, then fell on the wooden floor. Ravensworth heard the noise and,
seconds later, was before the secret door. In a heartbeat, he opened it. At the
hands, holding a candle, which would allow him to see perfectly the person
had ruined his romantic encounter with the beautiful widow. When the Marquis saw the figure
a young looking at him with solemn gray eyes, the smile immediately disappeared from their
lips. In its 29 years of life, Ravensworth had never seen this woman.
After a few minutes of silence, he felt the anger rising within him. Expected
find something quite different.
- Who is the lady? And why was spying on me? Despite its appearance
say otherwise, Samantha was not a person who is easily frightened. Not
intimidated by the arrogant behavior of the man. Gathering all his
dignity, she went to the bath room.
- I beg your pardon. Long ago you waiting for? The bath room
is empty now.
- How? - Ravensworth proved to be perplexed by the question. He put the
chandelier on the nearest table.
Samantha had no intention of harassing the wrath of that young gentleman with
a conversation about amenities. The path to the library door was unoccupied, and
she took advantage of the situation. Ravensworth was faster, however, preventing it from
escaping.
In other circumstances, Samantha would have admired the manly beauty of dark Adonis
barring its output. Suddenly she became aware of the power of his opponent, and
stopped as an unfortunate animal that unwittingly has awakened a sleeping tiger.
The man approached her. If she screamed for help, who could help her?
Who would listen? The ballroom was located upstairs, and there was no
reason to descend guests. Samantha tried to relax. The man was
guest of his uncle and thus implied up, a gentleman. In theory. The rationale
prevailed.
- Who am I? Would you believe in guardian angel?
Samantha realized, the tension in his jaw, his attempt to play
failed.
- Guardian Angel? - Repeated Ravensworth. - Could you do me the kindness to
elaborate?
- A guardian angel ... for a damsel in distress.
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- And what Miss intended to keep, if I may ask?
Now there was no going back.
- The virtue of it, of course. - Samantha forced herself to look at him tone determination. The
His expression remained impassive.
The Marquis supported the body against the door, which relieved some of the tension
Samantha.
The Ravensworth assessment look analyzed in details her trembling girl who
faced with such determination. The piece of lace attached to her head hid the
braided hair, and the robe, buttoned up to the neck, gave her grandmother air. His
accent was refined, but your clothes, somewhat simplistic. A housekeeper,
perhaps, or a chaperone.
- Who gave you permission to judge others?
- I do not remember be judging someone. In addition, I believe, think
well, you can not accuse me this way. The girl protested, but you do not
wanted to listen. She said "no", and you insisted. What kind of woman would leave a sister in
such danger?
- Miss is just a child! - Cried the marquis, shaking his
head the innocent figure standing before him. - The girl was not grudgingly.
- I heard refusing it. - Samantha was stubborn.
- Tell me, Miss. Virtue - began Ravensworlh controlled voice - his "no"
always meant 'no' "and her" yes, "always" yes "?
- Exactly.
- Miss can not be serious.
- Of course I am. As communication is possible between people say
something that means something? Imagine the confusion!
- Miss. Virtue, Miss is the most ingenious girl I've ever met in life, or
more naive.
- How come? What do you mean? - She asked, frowning.
The Marquis laughed.
- Do not be ridiculous! Miss know what I mean. What would happen
with compliments, flirtations, if people would say exactly the truth?
Samantha looked at him insolently.
- These facts, I suppose, would have its natural death.
- And Miss not regret?
- I? Of course not! Why should I?
Ravensworth seemed incredulous, then confused, and finally in disbelief.
- You telling me you never tells a lie, that never hides part of
Indeed, ever cheat when you are in a delicate situation?
- Never!
- I can not believe!
- Want to try?
That story was going too far. The Marquis of Ravensworth ever
refused a challenge. A fornicator brightness lit his gaze.
- With pleasure.
In a swift movement, he stepped away from the door and took Samantha in their
arms. She opened her mouth to express their protest, but before she could say a
single word, the mouth of Ravensworth came over and he kissed her.
Hugh Montgomery was an experienced lover. He knew how to end resistance
the most reluctant of women. His mouth slid over the shocked lips
Samantha, molding them with a calm burning, deliberate, smooth, experiencing,
savoring it with a persuasive pleasure.
Samantha was the first real kiss, and she was delighted. Relaxed against the
strong arms and more lips parted, even allowing this invasion. The Marquis,
in turn, was not to beg to take advantage of the unconscious gesture. Ravensworth
deepened the kiss, reveling in the sweet taste of Samantha. Feeling the answer
innocent, a slight tremor, he was even more delighted. Started to tease her,
awakening her to the male desire. Squeezing more and more against his body,
Marquis continued with caresses, wanting to know everything that Samantha had her
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offer. A storm of emotions, contagious and growing, both took account,
enlevando them.
It was the Marquis himself who ended the kiss. Away from his head, he concentrated
in Samantha's eyes. Of course she wanted to seduce you!
- Why do I kissed her? - Asked the Marquis, both surprised and
amazed.
- I suppose you were trying to prove something - she said so
soon regained his breath.
- He was? Oh yes, now I remember! Miss want me to kiss again?
- No - Samantha whispered.
- Liar! - The word was a caress. He lowered his head to capture you the
lips again, but Samantha dodged.
- You do not understand. I do not deny that has not enjoyed the experience. How
could not? But do not think that kissing is healthy ....
- And I know why?
Samantha reached for the Marquis analyze.
- My fingers are tingling. Ravensworth enchanted up with the purity.
- Miss won. Miss really has no malice. Now, I think
I would like to kiss her again.
Samantha, however, had already recovered the Quaker composure. She declined the offer
with education and determination.
- Who is the lady? - He asked. - And do not give me that angel of history
the guard.
- Maybe I not your nemesis?
- My nemesis? - He laughed. - Not born woman yet who can overcome Hugh
Montgomery, my dear.
- I did it! - She gave a sheepish smile, and the heart of Ravensworth stopped
for one second. The most adorable dimples appeared in Samantha's cheeks. However - she said, looking at him now seriously - I do not wish her ill. In
Actually, I wish you all the best.
- Really? How come?
- And why not?
- Miss not even know me - he said. - Yet.
- Now, Mr. Hugh Montgomery! Since when does the fact that you want the good of a person
depends to meet her? I wish the good of all people in the world.
- Even bandits and murderers? - He asked mockingly.
- Of Course. That does not mean I twist so that they can do evil. It Would Be
very foolish of me.
- I agree!
- Now is the man who is making fun of me.
- Not at all. I would not dare.
His eyes were warm. Samantha did not dare to sustain that look.
Looking down, he saw his own bare feet and remembered the slippers. In a
demonstration of kindness, Ravensvforth picked them up and put on them at the feet of
Samantha. The
His hands were warm, and yet she felt a chill go you your
body. A burst of laughter served to introduce the reality back.
- Who is the lady? At least tell me your name.
Samantha turned serious. I did not want that man knew his name. By the
least for now. He opened the door and let her pass. His smile was the most
charming and engaging.
- Then, Lord Nemesis Ravensworth, be careful! I will not allow the
Miss overcomes me again.
The Marquis watched Samantha away for a door that imagined the entry
to the steps of the household. He admitted that his interest was keen, but only one
little bit. She was an ordinary girl. But his nemesis? Ravensworth had no time to
dealing with difficult women. There were other much easier and full of love to give.
Needed only reach out to get what he wanted. Still, he admitted,
reluctant, take some time to forget that kiss.
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Chapter III
Lady Esther Grenfell was a beautiful and elegant woman forty-eight years,
in his youth, was considered one of the most splendid young at the time. That
moment, she found herself sitting on her bed drinking a cup of tea. What
seemed, would be a nice little morning. Her husband, Sir John, did not seem too
humorous. Like a caged tiger, walked back and forth in front of the
bed, giving her looks angry.
- Esther! - He said accusingly. - Your daughter has gone too far. And
incorrigible! You have no control over her behavior? Harriet need
a good beating, and if it does not change your ways from now on, is exactly what
happen.
Lady Esther nibbled a piece of toast.
- My dear - she began, in a calm voice - Harriet is young and
inexperienced. I know that sometimes their behavior seems to be ... daring, but it is
a girl with a great heart.
- It seems to be bold? Honey, Harriet behavior "is" bold. You do not
understand, my beloved wife, our daughter is gaining a reputation for flirt,
bold, unruly and messy?
- Do not overdo it, my love.
Sir John raised his index finger.
- Let us enumerate, my love. Item one: one broken engagement; Item Two: smoking
cigarettes in the gardens of Carlton House; Item three: an unbridled race to coach
Twicke-encased, when she almost broke her neck. Finally, item four: get drunk on
Almack's. In Almack's, by God! And on top, insult lady Jersey! No, does not have the
less relevant. The behavior of this girl is getting worse.
- You mean you also Sally Jersey was deceived? - Asked Lady Esther,
suppressing a smile.
- You do not want to understand what I mean, Esther. The misconduct of his daughter
is tarnishing the name of our family.
Lady Esther got out of bed and walked to the dresser.
- I do not really agree with some Harriet attitudes.
- And I do not agree with all! - Sir John continued. - It only causes problems. And it is
one after the other. Where we went wrong? Of our six children, she is the only one in
caused this problem.
Yes, all the other always behaved very well.
- Why Harriet can not be like them?
- Want to know why, my love? - Lady Esther said, looking with affection for the
husband. - For our youngest daughter pulled the father.
- Are you referring to my behavior in youth. Were nonsense of a
boy. Let me warn you, Esther, that the conduct is totally accepted in men
abhorred in women.
- Really? - Lady Esther took a gray lock of hair from the forehead
husband. - From what I know, the behavior of his sister Jane, Samantha's mother, was
clean in recent years. First, however, she gave a lot of headaches to his parents. Was
bad reputation of Grenfell that made my father was slow to agree with our
marriage. You only began to worry about his family's name when our
first child was born.
Sir John expressed the wish to say something, but Lady Esther went on quickly:
- You better, I know, if that's what he meant. And I have no doubt
that Harriet will also improve.
- And when we should expect this to happen? Today? Tomorrow? Next year?
- I'm hoping that she follow his father's footsteps, dear. When the right man
appear in the life of Harriet, she will do everything in its power to merit
consideration of it.
- Do you realize that the registration for the AImack Harriet's was canceled? Page 11
John asked, remembering to have another ace in the hole.
- Yes, and what's the problem?
- What is the problem? I do not believe you do not realize the importance of a
unprecedented move like that. She was excluded from one of the traditional dances of
London season.
- Bah - Lady Esther stripped sweater and wore a cotton blouse almost
transparent. The husband studied the slender body of his wife with appreciation.
- These patrons of Almack's believe that their powers are above all. The
Our family is in a much higher level. I do not really me
care to spend Wednesday nights with women so stupid pretending to be
good behavior models. They are all hypocrites! Everyone knows that the mother of
Sally Jersey was quite daring in the past. And no one dares to say anything. Worse,
Sally is considered the model of good practice for young people as our Harriet. - The voice
Lady Esther showed all his wrath.
Wisely, Sir John did not express his opinion.
- However, I believe that Harriet should see your mistakes alone.
Lady Esther put the blue chambray dress, and her husband offered to helpher to button it. Blue always been the favorite color of his wife, he thought, watching her pass
the comb through the dark curls. Even now, after thirty years, John also thanked
for having managed to conquer a woman as incredible as Esther Woodward, the
beauty of his first and only season. Had to be very persistent to get
convince her to give in to her charms.
- My dear wife - John said, putting his hands on her shoulders and
looking at her in the mirror - tell me what you have in mind.
Esther went to the dressing room for convenience and privacy, they had
transformed into a private sanctuary. She sat on a chair and pointed to the
husband sit in front. Prior to taking, he took out a cigarette and lit it.
- You can start, my dear. You have my full attention.
- John, Harriet is not our only problem. In a way, a way well
different I would say, his niece Samantha will also be a major dilemma for us.
- Nonsense! - Sir John was emphatic. - Samantha is a virtuous young. She is sweet,
is not frivolous, we can trust what it says, and never get involved with subjects like that
seem to delight both our stubborn daughter.
- My love, it is a Quaker.
- And what is the problem?
- I do not know for sure, but you do not think Samantha is a bit moralistic
too much?
- How so?
- Well ... for example, the dresses we ordered arrived this week. Are
models beautiful, discreet and modest for a young participate in his first season.
They dressed to perfection. However I realized that something was wrong when she
began to try them.
- What?
- I realize that I cost to any dress cut down here - Lady Esther
indicated half of his lap - was filled with a piece of lace.
- It shows that my niece has adequately to a girl from
your age.
- My, how you've changed! And that's not all. Samantha is so honest that arrives
to be rude. If you ask someone's opinion on a subject, she replies without
think about the consequences.
- Do not be ridiculous. If someone asks the opinion of a person about
particular subject, it is expected that the answer is true. Samantha seems
straightforward.
- I agree, dear, but that's not how society works. She has a lot to
learn. So I think I found the perfect solution.
Esther smiled, pleased with herself.
- And I can know what?
- I asked our daughter if she would like to be a mentor Samantha and show
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how to act in society.
Sir John seemed to have lost speech. It was a moment in silence, reasoning.
- You lost your mind? Our daughter would not be able to teach a fisherman
join the society. Samantha does not need Harriet advice.
- Do not be so obtuse, my dear. - The words were harsh, but the modes of
Esther, calm. - Harriet will give a good example to Samantha. Or do you think that our
daughter would be able to teach something wrong to the press?
- Esther, I hope you know what you're talking about. I have my doubts
on the plan. For me, the more certain it would be otherwise.
- But, John, Harriet is too stubborn to be corrected by such a polite girl
as Samantha!
- Exactly!
- Do you have an opinion so bad about our daughter?
There was a flash of irritation in the eyes of Lady Esther.
- Of course not, my love. No need to protect their young from me. I just
I wish she were a little more like her mother.
- But Harriet is like you, John. How often will I need to repeat the same thing?
And it is because she is so much like the father I consider it more lovely and more
charming of our children.
- Esther!
- Do not scold me. I'm being honest, because you just confess
admiring. Harriet can be a bit rebellious, but she's a very cheerful and full girl
life. These were the qualities that enchanted me when I first saw it.
Oh, John, you were so full of life ... - She touched her husband's arm. - I would not want
the joyful spirit of our daughter broke.
- It will not happen, my love. - John covered the delicate hand with wife
a. Moments later, he pulled her, forcing her to get up and sit on your lap. Do you believe that this old man is a little less excited lately?
- You liar!
She looked at him with mock indignation.
- Let's fix this problem right now, my wife. - Sir John embraced
Lady Esther for long moments.
- Pay attention - asked Harriet Grenfell. Two pairs of eyes watched her
movements with great care.
- Everything must be done with the utmost elegance. Take snuff box with hand
right and pass it to the left. Like This. Then hit the box with your fingertip
forefinger of your right hand. - She played the gesture. - Now, Vernon, pay close
heads up. Here's the trick. Open box with a click of your left thumb. - Harriet
made with agility. - The wrist must be relaxed. If you open the snuff box with
hurry, all the powder may fall. Now, give the box to the person who is more
close to you. - She reached the open snuffbox. - Try a little press.
Samantha looked at the box.
- It seems cinnamon. How is it done?
- So - said the brother, proud of his wisdom. - - Take a hint
between finger and thumb. - He looked at Harriet, asking for confirmation. Samantha
followed the example of his brother. - I saw Lord Ravensworh snuff during the ball - said
Vernon, trying to explain.
Samantha felt a shiver at the name.
-. No place directly in the nose - Harriet warned. - Rub between your
fingers before. Then gently inhale with each nostril. Like This.
The two repeated the gesture of the press. - It gostoso- said Samantha, splashing logo
below. - What did I do wrong?
- You too smelled - said Vernon.
- I hope to learn with practice.
- No you will not, dear sister. This is an exclusive enjoyment of men.
- How so? - Samantha looked at her cousin for help. Harriet gave the
shoulders.
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- One of the ridiculous customs imposed by society and which must be fulfilled.
Some women do not obey, but are usually older women, and not
young prey to such standards as us.
A clock on the fireplace of marble sounded the hours, warning Vernon.
- Damn! My tutor is waiting for me and I can not be late. I'm having a
bit of trouble with the Greek. Excuse me, guys ladies. - He stood up to leave
the little yellow room, which was used only by the younger members of the house. To
door, Vernon turned. - Samantha, you think you could help me for one or two
hours tonight with Mr. Greek lessons. Keith? Their explanations are more
clear.
- It will be a pleasure.
- Press Harriet, I can also ask for their help in the art of snuff?
- Of course - she replied, still delighted with the fact that the press be a scholar.
The door closed and Samantha went back to the matter at hand.
- Harriet, his movements are so delicate. I am wrong or you have practice
in the subject?
Harriet smirked.
- I would not dare snuff in public. But who can know that I do in
particular? Who cares? I've seen women sniffing snuff in public of the fingers of a
man, but never just that. Try again. - Harriet put a pinch of
snuff at your fingertips and held them to Samantha. This time she sneezed not so
quickly.
- Beginners always exaggerate the beginning. The secret is to smell a little.
If the person sneezes or logo grimaces to smell, the effect is not the same,
- May I try it on?
- Of Course. - Harriet began to snuff box for the press, concluding that Samantha was
and braver than seemed at first.
Samantha repeated several times the movements, to have them perfected.
- I liked it and I see no harm in snuff from time to time.
- I agree with you.
- So, Harriet, who knows we can not snuff occasionally? It will be our
secret.
- Great idea - said the press enthusiastically. Samantha proved to be a
excellent company, and Harriet was delighted with her younger friend, for the press, despite
to be an extremely demure young, not blamed by certain attitudes.
However, in the question tell the truth, nothing but the truth, Samantha kept
firmly. Among the members of the Grenfell family, there was nothing wrong with that, since
she used to not express your opinion without being asked. Only those
wanted an opinion really sincere asked Samantha to manifest. This,
however, little happened.
The candid behavior Samantha could be seen as naughty
by society, and Harriet, in the role of mentor, used all his charm to help her out
some delicate situation.
Lady Grenfell watched, attentive, the interaction of young people, noting with joy
increasing intimacy between the two. Was pleased to note that, under the tutelage of his
daughter, Samantha Stark behavior had taken a little more relaxed.
Also could not help but note that the company's press was having an effect
beneficial on the attitudes of his daughter. He felt proud to be your plan
working. At least, before his father's eyes, Harriet had begun to behave
Mold a real lady of society. Both Sir John to let her
back to use the carriage for short trips.
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Chapter IV
The Marquis of Ravensworth was in his office on the second floor of Albany
House in Piccadilly, Mayfair, in the company of his good friend, Avery Viscount. The
two smoked Havana cigars sitting by the fireplace. After a few moments of
silence, the dark-haired gentleman stood up and, straightening up, walked to
window.
- The fog is a bit strong - he said, by way of explanation.
- It's true - noted the companion of light hair. Ravensworth returned
its place. The Avery Viscount resumed the conversation where they had stopped.
- Not that I wanted to suppress it, but I imagine that a husband should have some
voice in the conduct of his bride. I just wanted to contain the excesses of Harriet.
- I agree with you - Ravensworth said. - Being young luna cot and very
well-educated, Harriet Grenfell need to be a little more discreet. Your behavior
leaves much to be desired. - The Marquis slowly let out the smoke from his cigar. - In a
woman of another social class, this attitude would not cause any problems. People
perhaps even considered a provocation. In a high-born wife, however, would be
unacceptable behavior. How did you manage to convince her to end their engagement?
- I have not convinced - said the viscount with some regret. - It was Harriet's idea.
I just told her that she would have to choose between originality and me. Harriet was
with the first.
- You're sorry? - Ravensworth asked, amazed by notice
disappointment in his friend's voice.
- Of course I am! You think I want to get involved with one of these young people
embarrassed that my mother is playing on me? Marriage is for life
whole, my friend.
- Now, Avery, you know that men can have other interests, if the wife
is not as catchy.
- Yeah, I know. - The viscount shrugged. - The problem is that completely lost
interest in other women, even in the most beautiful. Realize the situation I am
date?
- My God! - Exclaimed Ravensworth. - And more serious than I thought! It made
the idea that you were in love, my friend. Harriet managed to turn their
head!
- I have to admit that yes - Avery replied with a smile, trying to improve
mood.
A servant came in and straightened the wood in the fireplace. Then asked
Ravensworth if they wanted something and then withdrew.
- Thus, the problem gets a completely different appearance. You do not
had told me he was in love with the young.
- And what does that change? Harriet will not make any effort to achieve my
desires, and I have no intention of giving in.
- Marry her first, then compel her to obey him!
- Have you gone mad, Ravensworth? - Avery was incredulous.
- Not at all, my friend. - I'm just using the gray matter between
my ears. Think about it! Why Harriet Grenfell behavior is so
exotic? Why did not she adapts to society's standards?
- It's in the blood. Her father, from what I hear, was the same.
- You're getting close, my dear. Miss. Harriet Grenfell is used to
manipulate parents. However, when she married, who is the authority?
- Do husband, of course.
- What if you were this man?
- Ravensworth, where you're going? - A twinge of impatience arose in
Avery's voice.
- Remember: a husband, if you know how to act, has the power to guide his wife.
- Do you mind if I smoke? Samantha did not know if he had heard right.
- How?
Harriet repeated the question.
- I do not see any harm. Make yourself at home.
- Excellent. - Harriet took a small cigarette inside your bag. - I did not
smoke at home because Dad does not approve. But from time to time like you afford. Whether
smoke with me?
Samantha thanked and noted carefully the raw light a cigarette and suck
deeply.
- Dropping a cloud of smoke! - Said Samantha. Harriet laughed.
- I see you know the song of men. I expect you have heard of
Vernon.
- Yup.
A carriage approached and both accompanied her eyes. Two
fine young tract, observed Samantha. A dark, the other blonde. As the
carriage was slowing down, she focused her gaze on the dark gentleman. He will
seemed familiar.
A black hood covered his broad shoulders. Then he took off his gloves and hat and
rubbed his curly hair. His face was sunburned, and lips, which
began to smile, and were full ...
- Is Avery - Harriet said, referring to the blond man. - Get It! Take the cigarette! In the next instant, Samantha saw the cigarette between his fingers.
- Miss. Grenfeil, how are you? - Asked Ravensworth. - I imagine that Sir John has
forgotten your last ride, somewhat disastrous. How did
convince you? - He looked at Lord Avery and smiled.
Samantha recognized the voice and felt his heart race. She saw it Ravensworth
approaching with the coach and watching her carefully. It was a modest girl, but
no prude. Thus, the fact that not look away when the gentleman was looking at her
such intensity did not appear ordinary.
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- Let me introduce you ... - Harriet began, slightly frustrated.
- My nemesis - interrupted Ravensworth without taking his Samantha's face. I recognize those eyes anywhere.
- This is my cousin, Miss. Samantha Langland - finished Harriet. - Do you
know?
- We have not yet formally presented. Ravensworth, at their disposal,
young lady. This is my friend Lord Avery.
Samantha greeted them with a gentle nod. Ravensworth,
remembering the night of the first meeting of both the confession that his kiss
left trembling, opened a beautiful smile. Just to Samantha. She, in turn, felt only the
cigarette burning his hand.
- Smoking, Miss. Langland? - Asked Ravensworth, with a note of censure. Careful with that cigarette in the middle of your fingers. Miss can burn.
- I imagine that Miss. Grenfeil is teaching him the exploits of the ladies of
society - said Lord Avery.
Samantha watched the color come in Harriet's cheeks and felt a strong impetus
to act on behalf of the press. Like those men dared to condemn it for being smoking,
habit they cultivated frequently? There was nothing bad, no reason to
guilt or shame, she mused.
- They want me smoking? - Samantha asked, assuming that was the
correct label on smoking.
- Thank you - said Ravensworth. - Do not let our presence
disturb this pleasure that seems to please you both.
Samantha felt compelled to continue. With elegant gestures to flip the press
doing, took the cigarette to pink lips. Then inhaled and exhaled almost immediately.
At that moment, he found he did not like smoking but would not give his opinion is not
you asked. She tried again.
- All right, Miss. Langland - commented Ravensworth. - At least one
first time. Now that we have proved that it is quite bold, why not get rid of this
ridiculous thing?
The comment prompted Samantha to continue with the indiscretion. Took the cigarette to his
mouth
once again. Unfortunately the chance, she breathed too deeply. So began
coughing nonstop. Samantha tried to catch his breath, and tears streamed down his face.
Suddenly Ravensworth was beside them in the carriage,
- 0-Obrigada- she whispered, still ruined with the cough.
- It was nothing - said the marquis, wiping his face with his handkerchief
Une. - Harriet, be a good girl and go with Avery. Someone has to be responsible for
these two. Avery! - Called it. - Let's get these maidens home.
Samantha held the handkerchief to her nose while recovering. As soon as
improved, she realized that Avery's carriage had disappeared. With its
Harriet press. When looking at Ravensworth, saw that he was smiling.
- Please, Miss. Langland, get rid of that odious object - he asked, looking at the
cigarette in her hand.
Embarrassed, Samantha gave a shy smile and was surprised by the look of
seriousness that suddenly saw the Marquis's face. She obeyed quickly, playing
cigarette out of the carriage. The cigarette made a circle in the air and fell on the back of one of
the
horses leading the vehicle.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then it was a general pandemonium. The horse came out
in shot, forcing the other to accompany him. Ravensworth held the reins
strength, while trying to pull Samantha to his side, preventing it from falling
out.
She left guard by the strong hand of Ravensworth and closed his eyes,
preparing for the worst.
A few kilometers later, when he felt the frantic pace of the carriage decrease,
Samantha opened her eyes slowly. The horses seemed to have calmed down, and Ravensworth,
seriously, controlled them with ease. She waited, pale, by rage. With fingers
trembling, Samantha straightened his hat.
- It's all right, Miss. Langland? - He asked, his voice calm.
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- Yes, I think so - she said, holding his hands to calm the tremor.
Ravensworth took off his coat and put it around Samantha's shoulders.
- Ready. My cover will keep her warm. It was quite an experience
shocking, but Miss proved very brave.
- It was not the first time I was in a chariot racing. Please,
check the horses. I am responsible for everything that happened and I do not want these
poor animals suffer even more.
Ravensworth ignored the request and took a small flask from his pocket.
- Drink - he ordered. Samantha hesitated.
- Drink - repeated Ravensworth.
She took a sip and felt heat down her throat and almost choked
again. Shortly after the shaking stopped.
When he saw that Samantha had recovered, Ravensworth handed him the
reins. Came down from the chariot to look at the horses.
- Nothing happened to them. We were lucky. I'd better let them rest
a little.
With some dignity, Samantha began to apologize and to thank, but
Ravensworth interrupted.
- I knew that Miss is a Quaker, Miss. Langland.
- My mother was a Quaker - corrected Samantha. - I just try to follow the
principles it.
- The fact to have surprised smoking amazes me. Ladies Quakers often
smoking?
- Now there are no rules. Each follows consciousness itself with respect to the
personal conduct - she said seriously.
- It is a convenient answer.
- Not so for all Quakers. For those who do not bother to
develop an awareness, you may want to. But not for me.
- Can I See. You mean I have no conscience?
- And you? - Samantha asked, remembering the scene in the library.
- Not much! How come? Is there a problem? There was a pause.
- Yes, for me it is a problem - she said sincerely.
- Really? And I know the reason? - Ravensworth saw the look of doubt
Samantha and laughed. - I know Miss is a lady prone to admit a mistake.
- If what you say were really true, Lord Ravensworth, you would be a
Cheeky.
- And Miss really think I'm a cheeky? - I - Samantha was
surprised by the direct question.
- I do not know right. How could she say?
- Miss. Langland - he began more seriously - I ask you not to form
a hasty opinion about me considering our first
meeting.
- Ravensworth coughed to mask his embarrassment. Samantha, in turn,
gave no sign that it bothered her, as would be the case for most
women.
- Yes, continue.
- Miss may have misunderstood. This young know how I am and not
was with me grudgingly. Samantha was silent.
- I may not have much awareness, Miss. Langland, but I'm not a cheeky! I
I am an honorable man.
- I understand - Samantha responded with indifference.
- Miss accepts me as such?
- As an honorable man? If fact satisfies you ...
- It does not satisfy you?
- Since question, no!
- Why not? She shrugged.
- Honor! What is the code of honor that men follow you, my lord? It serves
Who? Who makes the rules? As honor can be satisfied through duels and
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disputes? However, that's what men believe. No, I do not believe that a man
honored to be compared to a man conscious.
Ravensworth was surprised by the disdain in Samantha's voice.
- The important thing, dear lady, is that if I give you my word, you must believe.
Samantha began to move on their sleeves, and Ravensworth realized she did not
want to prolong it. He, in turn, was not finished. Could not leave the
story end like this.
- Do you believe in fate, Miss. Langland?
- How come?
- Because I'm beginning to believe that Miss is my nemesis. The
the gods sent to me?
- And why the gods would send him such punishment? - For my bad behavior.
- You are the only person who repents of his bad behavior?
- I said that I regret?
Samantha looked deep into Ravensworth eyes, as if to read the
his mind. Honest blue eyes, topped by thick, curved eyebrows.
Expressive eyes, full of warmth, fun and something else hidden in its depths.
- Now, Miss. Langland, one can not expect that Urh conscious man repents
of his bad behavior.
- And an honorable man?
- An honest man does not behave badly. The gray eyes Samantha
Ravensworth analyzed the expression.
- And then? It does not respond?
- I do not understand - she confessed reserved.
- In clear terms - Ravensworth said, taking her hands in his I would like you to know that, as much as I am not as virtuous as other men,
I have scruples. You can trust me when I say that I am an honorable man.
- Thank you - Samantha thanked before indulging in another of his
silences.
Ravensworth took the reins back.
- I think the horses have recovered. Let's find her cousin? - The tone
he finished with that "hell" he would appear in Half Moon Street. Samantha does not
liked to leave him alone in Richmond because since they had moved to the house
uncles, her brother had left the modest behavior of parents and showed all
evidence that would turn into a real dandy, like all the young people of his
new circle of friends. She knew there was not much to do to retain the impulses of a
young inclined to frivolity, since the influence of a sister does not count.
About a person, however, the proximity of Samantha was effective. Harriet,
during the months following the accident of the press in the carriage, had been suffering the
worst
trauma. consciousness that had passed in life. The fact that Samantha never have claimed
by Harriet have put the cigarette in her hand Paia save his own skin still increased
more remorse young. She believed that his behavior was worse than just
reprehensible, but when he tried to apologize, Samantha insisted say no
was no need. Be excused so easily made her feel even worse.
Ravenswoith and Avery did not lose the opportunity to scold her for what happened.
Samantha, in turn, not uttered a single word of reproach. The awareness
Harriet stifled. Gradually, she realized that Samantha was so original and
unconventional as she always dreamed of being, and the fact did not like at all. To
Otherwise, the discovery has become a concern. In the past, Harriet never
cared about what members of society thought about their behavior
Cheeky. However not tolerate any kind of comment, no ostracism towards
materials to those who so admired. A decision was taken: none daring act on your part
Samantha would commit a gaffe in society. Harriet promised herself
that would take a girl model. His pride, however, was deeply wounded.
Lord Avery, whom Harriet had broken their engagement in a moment of rage after he him
given an ultimatum, broke his heart. Oh, how I missed it, .. From her boyfriend. But
Harriet was a very proud girl. Would do nothing to reverse the situation. The first
step would have to leave him.
Since the incident with the coach, Avery spent most of his time in his
company, along with friend Ravensworth. Her feminine intuition told her that her ex
groom was not completely immune to its charms. Moreover, their behavior
matched what he expected of his future wife. However, Avery gave no
indication that ask you to restart the romance. The concern tormented the poor
Harriet.
Samantha was also uneasy with Avery friend's attention. As
that her relationship with Ravensworth became more close, Samantha had the
impression that the Marquis began to nurture deeper feelings for her. That
notion, however, went out of his mind as he explained, with confidant of air, which
Dalbreck the Duke could not marry the woman he loved, as expected
to make a beautiful ring. Those words to a bit disappointed since
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Samantha thought the Marquis of Ravensworth the most beautiful man I knew, even
admitting that he was not a proper party for a young Quaker respect.
When he began to realize I was falling in love with a man with whom he had
little in common, a man who had no attempt to hide his side
libertine, she suppressed such emotions and tried to concentrate in one direction more
suitable for his modest education. However, it was not easy to avoid the company
of Ravensworth, as both he and Avery seemed to have many acquaintances in Richmond
and Twickenham. The two attended all meetings organized for small
ward off boredom of the long winter months. Samantha did not take to notice that even
one shady man as Ravensworth was very well received by
host parties. When he said it with Harriet's cousin explained that,
despite the womanizer of fame Marquis, he behaved like a true
Gentleman on these occasions, and it was an honor for the people welcome you in your home.
Samantha could not understand the reasons that led to seek Ravensworth
your company, as the Marquis had made a point to make it clear that the father intended
he married another woman. Therefore, she could not wait to go to London,
where he hoped to meet people and new environments. She wanted her attempts to avoid
man that made her so stunned not seem so obvious.
The Marquis of Ravensworth smirked before his reflection in the mirror
her dressing room at Albany House. His valet, Denby, awaiting
patiently to straighten his coat, noted the look of the boss and began to imagine
he was thinking.
With elegant gestures, the Marquis gave the knot in her silk scarf and studied
result with a critical eye. Disheveled curly hair fell on his face,
striking feature of all Montgomery.
He allowed the alisasse created the surface of his coat.
- What do you prefer? - Asked Ravensworth. - The diamond or sapphire?
Denby looked at the boss from head to toe.
- I think the sapphire would stand out more, my lord. - Ravensworth reached for
the wooden box that created holding. - Very predictable, however. May I suggest the
diamond?
Ravensworth smiled at wit created while putting the pin
diamond scarf around his neck. Denby felt very proud when the boss a
extreme good taste man, asked her opinion about a costume.
- It is a special occasion, my lord? - Denby asked, seeing him pass perfume
he liked. The Marquis kept looking in the mirror.
- One can say yes, Denby. I think that will be an exceptional night. I would venture
even say unforgettable.
Harriet Grenfell was backing the lady of the press company to help her get dressed for
the small meeting to be both the first event of the season. She tried to straighten
Samantha's hair, wrapping them on their toes and securing them with clamps in
top of the head. The highlights, however, slipped from his fingers and fell by
back of the press.
- Holy God! - Harriet exclaimed in exasperation. - I'll never get the pack
your hair. Why not ask for Sophia aunt cut it? This cut is very off
fashion, my dear. Would not you rather a short hair like mine? - Harriet put her hand to
locks in the height of the neck, proud of their appearance.
- Let me - Samantha said, picking the locks with their skilled hands. Without
look in the mirror, made a loose bun and arrested him in the neck with a few staples. In
Then she opened a drawer and pulled out a lace shawl, which placed around the shoulders
be alone and cry their misery in peace. At first, it seemed it would be a night
great joys and fun, a night full of news. To begin the guests
dancing in the adjacent hall. In a moment she was in the middle of a group
lively girls, talking and laughing, the other was alone, disinherited and for all that
had been invited to dance. Only Harriet got the material, surrounding her as
if he feared losing her sight. Ruin night Harriet was the worst of all. But nothing
Samantha say to convince to leave his side and to dance with one of the young
gentlemen. Even Avery managed to persuade her.
And so they were sitting among the widows, or walking Avery. Samantha,
however, was fully aware of sorrowing women looks in his direction. Never
expected to be a popular girl, but have a circle of nice girlfriends. All In All,
even this small pleasure would be denied. Life in society could be very cruel,
she found out.
Near the end of the night, Ravensworth appeared, leaving Samantha further
boring. Before his eyes, he was the most elegant and most handsome man of all
lounge. And with that thought came the memory of her cousin told her about their
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costumes. Fearing see pity in his eyes, as line seen in the eyes of so many people
that night, Samantha lowered his face.
She noted the ease with which the Marquis went from group to group,
greeted by talking to everyone, being a beloved member. When
Ravensworth looked up toward her, Samantha looked down remembering the
advice of Aunt Esther, saying it was rude to stare the other.
It was with great surprise that she received the invitation to dance Ravensworth.
Not had time to deny, to remember his promise to never refer to something as
ordinary. Not that did not enjoy dancing, waltz but specifically did not like.
The Marquis had not taken Samantha's eyes since he had seen her for the first time
party. Her clothes surprised. As Samantha had the courage to show that
way to an event in society? For a moment he was angry for being so
carefree over appearance. But after a moment's reflection, anger
disappeared. No gentleman approached her. And Samantha was to blame. The fact
not moved him. No, such a situation could be taken advantage for him.
Samantha would be more receptive at what he was about to propose him for the future.
Once she was under his protection, Ravensworth intended to wear it with the
best clothes, present her with the best jewels.
The Marquis had fun with the gentlemen who ignored Samantha. While
chasing diamonds believed to be first-rate, women who were only
appearance, Hugh Montgomery pluck them the prize of victory with great ease. He
involuntarily laughed to think about it. But it soon became serious, remembering that it was
just an accident of fate that had put in his way. Under normal circumstances,
he would never have looked at. His Samantha. Ravensworth repeated the name in silence. By the
name had powers to hex him.
He was pretty sure that prepared him for what was on his mind. His
conscience bothered him every time he remembered what he had said Samantha.
Half truth. It was a fact that his father expected his son to marry a young man
their environment, but did not believe it really happened. Hugh Montgomery never
allowed the others to influence the wishes. Always follow their inclinations, and his
father, the Duke and knew his son.
Ravensworth knew that one day marry, thus ensuring the succession. His
wife was a woman of her social environment, someone who would play with perfection
paper that would fit him. But he never expected to love this woman. It would be vulgar and
unnecessary. Find comfort elsewhere. With another woman.
Intended his relationship with Samantha was eternal. She was not a
young noble, but very well-educated and worthy of all consideration. This type
agreement was common among them. Try to be faithful, sure, but if it should fail, there would be
disposing Samantha. It would be a coward and inconsistent gesture with a man
honored. The place of Samantha in your life would be guaranteed forever.
The opening chords of the waltz interrupted his thoughts. Confident,
Ravensworth went to the group of widows to invite Samantha dancing. When the
looks both met, he opened a beautiful smile.
Samantha could not understand why the Marquis insisted that it
his family expected him to establish a suitable alliance with the standards of
society. She sensed the growing irritation of Ravensworth as he led with
elegance all the ballroom.
- You know - he said - the family of Montgomery is very traditional. Our origins
dating back to the Norman conquest.
- Really? - Samantha said, imitating the allocation that observed in
members of society who sought to belittle the intentions of their inferiors. - The
Langland are older.
Ravensworth looked startled.
- It is true?
- Yes - she said with a hint of indifference. - We are one of the families
older.
- Langland? It is a Saxon name?
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- No no.. It's a much older family.
- Who were your ancestors, then? A glow lit her eyes.
- I think the name of our ancestor was Adam.
- Adam Langland?
- Not Only Adam.. You can find it in the Bible. Ravensworth smiled.
- Missy is terrible. You know perfectly well that I'm not the most familiar
with this book.
- I'm not surprised.
He pulled her closer and turned her so violently that Samantha almost fell.
Her eyes widened.
- I warned not to want to take advantage of me. If you're not careful with the
words, will I Miss repent of what it says.
- I'm getting dizzy - Samantha protested.
- That is my intention - said Ravensworth, turning it again. - I
leave it as silly as Miss left me.
The waltz ended and Samantha continued in his arms, trying to regain
composure. A few moments later, Ravensworth gave his arm and, without consulting her,
took her away from the dance hall.
- Why did you bring me here? - She asked. The two went to a small
room, after having gone through the buffet food.
- We need to talk - Ravensworth said, indicating the couch so
Samantha accommodate. Then shut the door. - In particular. Do not want to run the
risk in listen.
- May I ask what is the matter?
As I looked into the eyes of Samantha, he realized it would be much more difficult than
imagined at first.
- Well ... Miss know my father expects me to do a good marriage, not
know?
- Of Course.
- It is a debt I have for my family.
- I guess it's something really important to them, because you have played
several times on the subject with me.
The Marquis began to say that, despite being unable to give her last name, she would
your heart forever. Samantha listened confused as enumerated Ravensworth
all the benefits that would fit her if she would accept to make a deal.
- An agreement? - Samantha repeated, trying to understand where he was going.
- My young - said the marquis, sitting beside her on the couch and taking him
the hands in his -, Miss know what my circumstances are. I'll
I offer my protection. I promise I'll take care of Miss with all my affection. It Will Be
my wife true in all respects, except officially.
Ravensworth watched carefully, trying to understand what was going on
Samantha's head. Will accept his proposal?
Samantha was sure not understood right.
- Be more clear, my lord, and tell what really expect from me - she said,
staring at him with determination.
The Marquis started again, trying to express his thoughts in words
that convince to accept your offer.
- An agreement like this is not uncommon when there is a great disparity
between a man and the woman he desires. Think about your happiness! - He continued,
persuasive. - Miss never be the poor relation. I will guarantee their future. Do Not
bear to see her living the charity of others. - Silence urged her to continue: - We
could travel through Europe. I would take her to Greece and when his relatives
used to the idea, we estabeleceramos England, my home in Kent.
I'm sure Miss'd love to live there.
A cold fury took Samantha account. She could not believe that
was listening.
- But if I marry ...
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- It's very unlikely, my querida- interrupted Ravensworth. - I do not want
seem brutal, but Miss think this dream will take place? Missy is an orphan
without money. It has no dowry to offer. - His voice exuded confidence. - Tonight
Miss may have noticed as your chances of finding a husband are remote. To
appreciate its qualities, a man can not have prejudices. I am that man. The
Miss never get a better offer than mine. For your sake, I
beg you to accept.
- You're asking me to be his lover, Lord Ravensworth? The words were spoken
very clearly and for the first time, he felt a certain uneasiness.
- Miss. Samantha, do not put it that way.
- So you're not asking me to be your lover?
- If you prefer to analyze so, yes, I'm asking you to be my lover. But
in my heart Miss would be my true wife.
- Oh, of course! A wife who is not a real wife. We may have
children? - She asked innocently.
- If you want to Miss ...
- You want to?
- Yes - he said, taking his hands to his lips and kissing Samantha them with
tenderness.
- Do you want children bastards with me? Ravensworth gritted his teeth in anger.
- I prefer that Miss do not use this verbiage!
- Forgive me for the rudeness, my lord. And a Quaker usual. I was always very
direct.
Samantha pulled her hands and stood up. The tranquility of his countenance
transmitted expression was very different from his feelings. Anger, hurt pride and
astonishment mingled, compressing the chest-IHE.
- I'm sorry for being so clumsy, Lord Ravensworth, but a number of
reasons which lead me to refuse your ... your offer as well-intentioned.
Her voice had a slight tremor.
- First, I have not intended to be lover. Oh, forgive me for
rudeness. I did not mean to offend your feelings with my sincerity.
Ravensworth gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.
- I do not want a woman who is meant to be lover - he said
bitterly. - Why do you insist on insulting us? If I wanted a woman that
type, think you would have approached me Miss?
- Second - Samantha continued, ignoring him deliberately - I
never accept a connection with you, legal or illegal, even if the last
man on earth. - Samantha's voice rose slightly, revealing a hint of hysteria.
She dug her nails into the palm of the hand in an attempt to calm the tremor. I wanted to leave as
as soon as possible.
Ravensworth reached over and took her hand.
- Miss is mad at me. I think I was a bit hasty. I'll give you
a few days to think about it.
Samantha swallowed the words that came to his lips. Would not show as
was hurt. She tried to pull away, but Ravensworth not allowed.
- I do not need time to consider your proposal, my lord. You boasted
saying it was an honorable man, yes, an honorable man. And I believed. Oh, how I was
silly ... Honor! You insulted me in every possible ways. Get out with your
honor!
Furious, he held her tighter.
- Let go of me! - Samantha cried, about to lose control. Cruel fingers apertaramher shoulders.
- I release him from that Miss answer a question. A simple
question. Miss care about me? I want to know!
Samantha wanted to deny, but there was no way.
- Ah, Miss can not lie.
He took her face in his hands. Samantha did not move, knowing he could
go wrong if she resisted. For the first time, she gave the man power bill. And
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was afraid.
It was not the same person who had been concerned with their welfare in the last
months, which saved her from an accident to the carriage. It was a real strange.
- My Samantha ... - muttered the marquis, kissing her tenderly.
Despite doing his best to control himself, she could not contain her sobs.
Tears came uninterrupted. Ravensworth wiped her face and held her against her
chest in an effort to comfort her. Moments later, he continued with caresses,
IHE kissing her neck, her ear. When parted his lips to deliver the kiss,
Samantha knew he had lost.
- Goose bumps, my love? - Led to Ravensworth in a sensual whisper.
When he looked up, she was faced with the triumph of expression on the face of
Ravensworth, which made her feel the worst for women on the earth.
- Let go of me! - Cried in despair.
- Samantha ... Samantha ... do not try to run away from me - he said, holding the IHE
chin. - You belong With Me.
She met the eyes of Ravensworth.
- One day I believed we could be friends, but now ... - Samantha not
finish the sentence. - I never expected to hear such cruelty of a man, too
less than an honorable man. You are a scumbag.
Ravensworth dropped his hand as if he had been stung. Samantha
took the opportunity and ran from the room.
Running a hand through her hair, he sat on the couch. Expect ten minutes before
follow her. Did not want to raise the suspicions of the people. In addition, Samantha had to
calm.
The Marquis reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cigar. While smoking,
thought about how he would act if intended to conquer Samantha. He closed his eyes. She
had lost his mind. Why had found the insulting proposal? It would be a duke and,
so we had to live up to future title. How could marry a woman without
possessions and without title? Will Samantha was behind his fortune, like many others?
No. It was a totally absurd idea. Out of place. Samantha was just Langland
a virtuous young. Why did not understand what was going on in his head?
It suddenly occurred to the Marquis that he had not lost one battle,
but an entire war. The word "Nemesis" bombed his mind. Ravensworth
bit her lip. Avery could not stop laughing when he learned of the incident.
Chapter VII
When leaving the room, the only thought Samantha was to get away from all the
cruelty of those people who had humiliated from the moment he entered
that mansion. With certain steps, past the crowded dining hall,
expecting to feel the heavy hand of Ravensworlh on his shoulder at any time, but
nothing prevented his escape that wretched place. He felt some curious looks on their
direction, but the company had no interest in anyone but her
medium.
When he reached the entrance hall, Samantha hesitated, not knowing for sure what
the best way to escape. His robe was at the wardrobe, and she ran to
catch it.
Did not even think to warn Harriel or aunt Sophia of its purpose. The
emotions swirled in his head so that Samantha could not have a
rational thought. Took by anger and shame, was beside himself. Pressing the
robe to her chest, she walked out the Cavendish Square without knowing where he was going. I
just wanted
distance themselves from the most despicable Marquis of Ravensworth.
The wind blew in her small figure, and Samantha lowered his head to escape
the icy wind. His steps, however, have not diminished. In desperation, was almost
running, trying to control the confused thoughts that came and went in his mind.
She did not hear the carriage approaching, nor the furious cries of the driver to be
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right in front of the frightened horses.
The moment Samantha noticed the danger he was in, it was too late. Tried
run, but the hooves of the first animal hit her back, throwing it away. She fell
head on the ground and all the air seemed to vanish from his lungs. He heard voices in the
distance
alarmed, then tried to get up. Not had the strength, however.
When he opened his eyes after a vertigo, Samantha found three faces
concerned. Were the three most beautiful women he had ever seen in his life. She opened a
tremulous smile.
- You are muses or angels? - Asked before losing consciousness.
Samantha's eyelids weighed. She really did not want to leave the security
his sleep, he thought, dazed. If he refused to agree, would never have to face the cruel world
again. Someone lifted her head from the pillow and pressed something against her
lips.
- Drink this - ordered a soft voice. Samantha opened her eyes and stared at the face
angelic.
- I'm in heaven?
- No, young lady. But, if you keep trying to run down carriages, is there
you will. What your name? Your parents must be worried about their
disappearance. To inform them about his whereabouts.
- Samantha. My name is Samantha - she said before losing consciousness of
again.
When he woke up some time later, Samantha groaned. Someone put a hand
cold on her forehead, and she recognized the woman who had helped before.
- Drink this liquid - said the woman, putting the hot broth mug against
Samantha's lips - will do you good.
- Where am I? How long have I been here?
- You are in my house - the woman replied. Last night, you got hit by
carriage of which I was a passenger. Could have died, you know? You ran out the
street with no regard for their safety. I was returning home with the opera
my sisters.
- The Three Muses! - Suddenly Samantha remembered.
- Do not be deceived, my dear. We do not come even close to the Muses.
- You are beautiful.
- It may be. But give us a tremendous fright. We could have it
killed! Now do be kind enough to give me the address of his parents' house, or guardians,
for me to know about it.
Samantha obeyed and, soon after, the beauty withdrew. Once laid the
head on the pillow, she remembered all the events of the previous night: a
shameful rejection of those present at the ball and the absurd proposal that you Ravensworth
done. His cheeks flushed as he remembered the caresses that man you
done. He hoped never to see it.
Scolded herself for leaving the party without telling anyone, but his pride was
been injured. And much. The memory raised the same feelings of mortification and rage,
She suppressed the knot that had formed in his throat and began to sob. How could
face the world again? Tears streamed down her face without stopping.
His saving resumed and stopped suddenly to see the status of your guest.
- My dear - she said, taking her trembling hands in his. - Please tell
me what afflicts both. Shall I call the dr. Pemberton again?
Those words to disarm completely. Before I knew what I was doing,
Samantha told him the whole story, omitting only the part of Ravensworth. Told
about his mother and the impossible task of reconciling his conscience with the frivolities of life
in high society. The woman cradled her in his arms and listened to in silence.
- People know be very cruel - she said so Samantha ended. You're right to follow the voice of his conscience. Never leave aside their convictions.
That way, never need to download the head. Look at the world from above, where
case, or click his fingers in front of everyone.
- That's what I did! - Samantha replied, smiling through her tears.
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- That's better. No self-pity. Do not waste your time. Be true to
same and let the world take its course. But really believe in its principles. Do Not
let the opinions of others to influence and away from what you believe.
Samantha felt comforted by that strange and was taken by a deep
sense of gratitude.
- Now you need to get dressed and go home. What I will say my cousin and
my aunt about my disappearance from the dance? - She asked, worried.
- Never explain too much, my dear. Stick to the facts. It is easier. Do You
went for a ride, and carriage hit her. That's all.
Yes, thought Samantha, is the truth but not the whole truth.
Samantha finished getting dressed when he heard urn carriage approaching.
He still could not walk alone, then waited for the servants of his aunt came
help her. The bedroom door opened, and the last man he wanted to see came before his
eyes.
- Ravensworth! - Samantha said, noting the relief in his eyes.
- You can let me take care of everything now, Harriette - said the Marquis, with its
famous authoritative tone.
Samantha thought he was addressing his cousin, but it was the woman
that had saved. So they knew.
- When I'm better - began Samantha - I make a point to come visit her ...
Harriette.
- Do Not! - Both cried at the same time. Curious, Samantha looked at the
two.
- It is not necessary - the woman said, holding the door open. - In addition,
I'm changing the city. This house is rented and will deliver it at the end of the month.
- But when we'll see each other again? I owe so much and would love to be able to
visit her one of these days.
As she spoke, Ravensworth took her on his lap.
- Please put me down. Do not treat me like an invalid. I can
floor. - All the nerves of your body recoiled at the touch of Ravensworth. He ignored
request and left the room.
- Thank you, Harriette. What else can I tell you? If you ever need a
friend ... you know where to look for me.
Ignoring Samantha protests, he went down the stairs and out of the house.
- Samantha, thank God you're okay! - Harriet said, wrapping her in
a warm hug. - We were so worried! What happened? Why did you leave the party
without telling anyone?
Samantha noted the interest of Ravensworth. However, there still had
courage to face him.
- I went out for a walk and was run over by a carriage.
Harriet screamed and laughed.
- Oh, Samantha! These things only happen to you.
- Harriet, because you waited here in the carriage? Why not joined
meet the woman who was so kind to me?
It was the Marquis replied:
- I was asked to care of the matter. We did not want to cause more problems
for women.
The answer did not satisfy because Samantha noticed the embarrassment of the press. There
Were
one mystery there, and she did not settle down until I found out what it was.
The Marquis of Ravensworth sat in a waiting room chair the House
Aunt Sophia. Two days without sleep accentuated their dark circles. The Avery was not Viscount
far behind. The women of the house finally had retired to sleep.
- What shambles! - Avery said, analyzing the amber liquid in his glass. - If you run
the news that Miss. Langland was welcomed by the most famous courtesan of London, which
got to sleep in her bed, the reputation of Samantha will be ruined forever.
- The news will not spread - Ravensworth said. - Harriette Wilson is one of the
more discreet women I know. She never harms the innocent.
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- I hope so. I wonder what took Samantha to settle give
ride in the middle of a dance. - Avery looked at his friend curiously. - Oh, no! Do Not
tell me you had the courage?
Ravensworth finished drinking whiskey in his glass.
- You were right, Avery, and I was wrong. Screwed up.
- Good thing nothing happened more serious. With the time it
recover. In addition, there are many young people | there willing to accept the proposal.
- Stop bothering me, Avery. I have not given up Samantha.
- You can not be serious!
- Of course I am.
- Ravensworth, you lost your mind? I told you once and I repeat: Samantha is
a very virtuous girl for what you have in mind. Leave her alone. Accept the fact
some women prefer death to compromise her virtue. And Miss. Langland is ...
Well, it is very refined to what you have in mind.
- That's all you know - said the marquis, smiling. - You do not know what I
I have in mind.
The Avery Viscount was speechless. Shortly after, a malicious gleam came
in his eyes.
- Maybe she did not accept under any circumstances. Have you ever thought about the possibility
of
not make the kind of young?
Ravensworth almost responded to the provocation, but changed his mind at the last
instant.
- I had a very hard day. Do not know about you, Avery, but I'm going to bed.
They parted at the gateway, and Ravensworth walked in steps
fast. Was convinced that Samantha heart belonged to him, but
conquer it, he admitted, was an entirely different matter. She and her scruples!
Upon arriving home, the Marquis gave the jacket to the valet and went
stairs two at a time. With maximum discretion, Denby helped the boss
undress and disappeared before he even realized it.
Ravensworth knew I had a big problem ahead. What could
Samantha offer since made it clear that marriage was out of their
plans? How could remedy the situation? Ah, but how admired the scruples of
Samantha! However not let something as insignificant messed up his happiness.
The first thing to do was stop her to rediscover Harriette Wilson.
Samantha would never forget the generosity of this woman. However, if needed
protect their own innocence. Ravensworth instructed the driver of the carriage to return
for Sophia aunt's house for a very long way. In addition, it was night, and Harriette
had commented on an extended trip to Paris with his last protector. Everything would
right.
Poor thing! He was responsible for the terrible night in the life of Samantha.
Ravensworth had not slept for 24 hours, and the feelings of worry, anger, grief and
remorse had consumed during all those terrible moments. He only calmed down
when the pick up in his lap, wrapping it in its protective arms. The idea of Samantha
out of his life was inconceivable. Do not allow her to get in the way of your plans tomher his wife.
Chapter VIII
For much of the next week, Samantha was in bed. Although
fully recovered from the accident, had no hurry to return to their
supposed place in society. Avery and Ravensworth appeared every day in the aunt's house
Sophia, but Samantha refused to receive them. Not Harriet managed to convince her. The
Marquis flowers she accepted by mere education, but decided not to press any
review, finding that the accident had affected Samantha far more than had believed the
principle.
His mood, however, had no connection with the accident. Their
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confused thoughts were completely occupied by all heard the
disastrous prom. Remembering the coldness with which he had been received in the first major
party of your life, Samantha groaned, mortified. And to remember the words of
Ravensworth, gritted his teeth in anger. As he had dared to offend her that way?
These mood swings were diminishing with each passing day, and she soon returned to
his normal state of mind.
For hours, Samantha sat in his room analyzing your situation.
Determined to act with logic, pondered all he had learned about the conduct
between the sexes.
Later in the week, had already come to their own conclusions. The beautiful woman who
helped had given him good advice. You have to be faithful to their convictions. Rather, it
blindly accepted the teachings of the Quakers mother. Only her mother, discovered
Samantha with regret, was not infallible.
Aunt Sophia did not notice anything wrong with the reclusive behavior niece. The
materials saw the lady as a very dear person, who never scolded them or
made them many questions. In the role of chaperone, Sophia was lacking.
There used to be party to the nieces attended, only accompanied the
two to your destination. She carried on with their own activities widows friends. It was a
inveterate gambler and spent most of the time in arcades with other
matrons. In addition to playing, they loved to talk of another's life.
Sophia accepted Samantha accident explanation as well as a description of
woman who had welcomed. When I said I would like to gratify this person had shown
generosity, Ravensworth commented that the woman had left the city for a
long journey. Sophia did not question the explanation. It was not a suspicious woman like
Sir John and Lady Esther. So when Samantha decided to sit at the table to
eat, Aunt Sophia did not realize that her niece had removed any
trace of income before hiding the rounded off his lap.
Harriet noticed the change in costumes of the press, but found good form to keep in
silence. Imagined Samantha humiliation in society had led to
abandon the rigidity of Quakers customs. Harriet was embarrassed by the experience
mortifying Samantha, but the admiration he felt for courage and common sense
the press was more important than any other feeling. Expected only that
Samantha decided to cut the hair according to the fashion. With the right clothes and well
tidy, she would leave the enchanted men.
The first Samantha ride in the carriage aunt was a small office in
Pimlico, to talk to the financial adviser of Langland. She explained to the attentive
Mr. Jackson, his father's agent for years and years, I would buy an umbrella
new clothes for his first season in London. The man was not fazed. Knew
that women of that family do not usually spend much on frivolities like
dresses and trinkets. As one of the heirs to the fortune of Langland, he assured,
Samantha had more than enough funds to meet your needs.
However, if you knew the true intentions of his client, Mr. Jackson could have
expressed his feelings more carefully. Samantha was instructed to buy what
considered necessary and then send the bills to the office. Words
reassuring brought back a smile to her lips.
Harriet was surprised and then euphoric. Never occurred to him that part of Langland
his family was rich. They have not demonstrated, judging by the modest lifestyle
led, and their parents had never discussed anything about it. Samantha explained to the press
Quakers do not like to admit wealth, and many of them were as rich as
members of high society. Quakers were honest, workers and honored,
virtues that brought monetary rewards when working with trade and
finances.
Harriet, of course, broke the news to his beloved, Lord Avery, who was
running report it to Ravensworth. The Marquis mused about the information. Of Course
Samantha would never accept the proposal, now indecent, he had done to him. In addition to
being
virtuous, she was an independent woman.
Samantha's financial condition had no great importance to Ravensworth,
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but he knew his lovely heiress would be the target of several suitors. The simple idea
angered, and who ended up being the target of her nervousness was his valet. Denby
wondered if the time had come to resign, because he was not getting any easier to deal
with the Marquis in recent weeks. And a servant with his skills would have no
difficulty finding another job. Still, he decided to wait.
Eager to see its newest model, Samantha opened the box that had been
delivered that night by Madame Godet, a renowned designer whose shop was located in
Seymour Street. She pulled lilac silk dress with silver accents. Euphoric,
Samantha waited for the maid to help her get dressed. The neckline was low, however modest
to the standards of the time, and the short, puffed sleeves were attached to the arm by a
Tape silver silk. The maid closed the numerous buttons on the back of the dress,
while Samantha is admired in the mirror. The skirt just below the beginning of the line
breasts. As Madame Godet said, was all the rage in Paris.
- Thank you, Alice.
- If you want, I can curl your hair - offered the maid.
- No need.
- Miss. Samantha, Miss will be the most beautiful woman in the prom - praised her before
leaving the room.
- That is my intention - Samantha replied seriously.
When looking in the mirror, Samantha saw a stranger. Her eyes, he noticed wonder,
had changed to a mysterious shade of violet, but when he moved, the silvery sheen
her dress altered gray to tone again. Samantha let the hair, which
had had twisted the whole day, then combed until they are glossy. Long
tresses fell over her shoulders, wavy. She held a lock on each side with
combs silver studded by amethysts. The earrings were also amethyst, To
Finally, Samantha spent a little lipstick on her lips.
- You were wrong, Mom - she murmured. - The way you dress Quakers
is not a protection against predators. It is a cowardly camouflage serving only
to incite violence. Believe me, dressed like that, I'll look just another
tree leaf.
On the bed were the accessories that Alice separated. White gloves up to her elbows,
a shawl blue silk and silver to put around the shoulders and a French fan
decorated with tiny pearls. Samantha thought of putting his snuff box in
tiny embroidered bag, but thought better of it.
- Now, young lady, go to the lions' den - muttered to herself.
The residence of Viscount Castlereagh was less than ten minutes
walk from James square. Ten minutes walk, but almost an hour carriage because
the narrow streets were crowded with vehicles of members of society who were
considered the London elite. Receive an invitation to one of the biggest balls of
season was a better recommendation than a ticket to Almack's and well
more enjoyable.
Samantha was relieved to learn that Ravensworth not part of the group. Avery
explained that he was one of the dinner guests of Lady Castlereagh, a unique honor,
but not unexpected for one of the heirs of one of the most prestigious titles of royalty.
The fact is in the Marquis's carriage at the time to bother more
she would admit. If you could give an opinion, Samantha would have refused the offer. Aunt
Sophia had found the
perfect solution to your problems, because he did not like to disturb your driver, who
hated the delays of these great occasions.
Harriet's eyes flashed to analyze the look of the material. Samantha was
stunning, and an aura enveloped her, leaving her charming. Until Lord Avery
surprised. How does the Marquis of Ravensworth react?
Bored, Ravensworth studied ballroom packed. Samantha, he thought,
still had not arrived. Suddenly, his gaze was captured by the figure of a beautiful
woman, a beautiful young woman surrounded by fine gentlemen. His lips curved in a
smile. The glorious loose blond hair involved the oval face. She wore the range with
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all its charm, causing a devastating effect. With elegance, the Marquis walked
toward the young, preparing one of your smiles for her attention.
Samantha looked up and saw his opponent approaching. His lips
froze a smile. Ravensworth, she noted bitterly, did not recognize. He
- Harriet ... - Lord Avery began some time later and with some difficulty. - Have
For some time I have something to tell you.
- Contact.
Her heart raced. To save time, Avery took the pocket snuff box.
How could tell that Harriet had taken dull lately, he
rather she showed a bit more adventurous spirit as before? Avery
thought better. With his usual delicacy, put a pinch of snuff on the wrist. Of
corner of his eye, he saw Harriet waited for him to continue.
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- Accepts a pinch of snuff?
- How dare you? - She asked, turning away as if he had been slapped.
It was at that moment that a taciturn Ravensworth brought the radiant
Samantha to the side of the press.
- Lord Avery, you allow me to? - Samantha asked, putting a hand on
his arm.
- I forbid! - Exclaimed Ravensworth.
She ignored him and continued to address the viscount.
- Please, Lord Avery.
- Oh no, Samantha - pleaded Harriet. A heated argument broke out between the
four. Determined to end the matter, Harriet grabbed Avery wrist and inhaled with the
maximum gently as he could. He looked at her with admiration. She smiled, a little
trembling. Then sneezed.
At that moment, the snuff box escaped from the hands of Avery and ended the
next to a group of widows. He knocked on the bottom and the lid opened, spreading all
content.
With great presence of mind, Ravensworth took the two young elbow
and guided in the opposite direction.
- And my snuff-box? - Asked Avery.
- Not now. Not now.
The viscount stood for just a moment. A widow sneezed, then another.
Soon a large group of matrons sneezing nonstop.
Lord Avery ran.
Chapter IX
In the following weeks, the days have become monotonous. A queue of admirers
headed for the street Half Moon to bring the two materials for a ride. Young changed their
partners as changed gloves, and Samantha found it impossible to create a connection more
stable with any of his admirers. Soon realized that she and Harriet had
gained some notoriety because of the bold conduct in Castlereagh ball. The
incident with the snuffbox not gone unnoticed. The men who had the good
lucky to be seen in the company of two cousins earned a certain status among
friends.
Aunt Sophia saw nothing wrong with the amount of interested applicants
the nieces. There was only one cloud on the horizon that worried her. There had been a
relentless late delivery of a scarce tickets for Almack's, a slight
inconvenience soon be resolved. The seizure of Harriet was bigger, and she thanked
- Of Course. The first sentence of the book is the author's style key. "It is a truth
universal that a single man and rich search a woman. "
- And consider this fun fact - asked lady Adle.
- It is hilarious! - Samantha said solemnly. Lord Ravensworth looked at her
distrust.
- Humor escapes my understanding - said Lady Adle. - Could you help me
to understand?
- Maybe Miss sees the mood to change the gender of subject and object.
- A single and rich woman seeking a husband - commented lady Adle.
- It's a ridiculous notion, is not it? - Samantha asked with a smirk.
By observing the expression in the dark eyes of Ravensworth, she knew the Marquis
understood the message,
Lady Adele was no fool and realized the tension between the two. When
fire, Samantha shivered all with the look of enmity and anger that received the
woman.
When Samantha found Ravensworth again, was the guest of condition
Avery Lord of the opera. Since it was a new experience, she absorbed the whole show
wide-eyed, full of curiosity. It was Harriet who told him where the marquis
found. He held a small binoculars and was accompanied by Lady St. Adle
Clair. Her dress was so low cut that her full breasts were almost bare.
Samantha looked the other way.
It did not take long to realize that he did not like opera. After hours
feline cries of an Italian soprano on stage, the first break finally arrived.
Samantha looked around, avoiding the cabin Ravensworth your right. Then
faced with the beauty of three women bent over the box's edge on the floor
above. He recognized them as his three rescuers angels. Instantly, Samantha was
standing and waved to draw your attention.
It was clear that he had been seen by women, but the three turned as if
did not want to recognize it. Passing by Harriet and Avery, who talked
excitedly, she left the cabin.
Ravensworth signaled to Harriet, who realized what the next step
cousin. She pulled by Samantha skirt.
- Samantha, please! Do not get out of here. Do not go talk to that woman. Do You
do not understand ...
Samantha tried to shake the hands of the press.
- Samantha, she is Harriette Wilson, the most famous courtesan of the city. Understood
now?
- Of Course! - She replied, finally realizing. - How was stupid. I
should have known. But as if all treat me like a child?
Harriet relaxed. Lord Avery looked puzzled.
- Can someone get me familiar with the matter, please? Samantha looked at
Ravensworth. He stood, staring at her intently. With a triumphant smile, she
out of the box. The Marquis was chasing.
- Damn! - Cursed Harriet also going after the press.
- I know what's going on? - Avery asked to no one in particular.
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And he arose and went after the other three.
The reception of the three women was almost cold. His saving prevented from issuing
any word until her sisters had left the cabin. Samantha opened her mouth
to speak, but the woman raised her hand.
- Ready! Now you find out who I am and wants to end his reputation
being in my company! - It proved to be furious. - Did you think my sisters and
I appreciate your attitude? How dare you, girl ?! If you do not care about your
name, at least be careful with mine.
- I do not understand - Samantha murmured.
- You risked my position in society, my dear. I do not want to listen around
that Harriette Wilson went on to corrupt the morals of young innocent. I would be dropped
for all my friends, and with just cause.
- I never thought ... I did not mean to ... - Samantha began, horrified.
- Obviously not. I imagine it will tell me that their intentions were the
best, right?
Devastated, Samantha nodded.
- His intentions were the best. At some point it occurred as the other
could be harmed by his untimely boost? Their behavior is
inexcusable!
- I was a fool - Samantha admitted. - Never meant to cause you
problems.
- Maybe we can fix it. Where's your date? It is
Marquis of Ravensworth?
Among the numerous protests, Ravensworth finally managed to enter.
Samantha looked down before his furious expression.
- Lord Ravensworth, let me give you some advice - Harriette Wilson said. Make sure that this young get out of town until this scandal be forgotten.
My sisters and I are very embarrassed by this incident, and her friends, if
that some will still be treated as such, will be in the same situation. Perhaps in
a few months this deplorable indiscretion has already been forgotten and forgiven, but there
I suggest that Miss. Langland is kept well away.
- Scandal? - Samantha asked shakily.
- Miss thought no one would notice this madness? - Asked
Ravensworth. - Tomorrow, at this time of day, your name will be on the lips of all London.
No one spare, my dear. His conduct showed tonight that Miss is
available. Look around! Note the eyes of men!
Samantha looked around and in horror, he realized he was telling the Ravensworth
truth. Several men waved at the cabin where she was,
- Everything in Miss indicates that it is a woman of misconduct. His behavior,
your hair ...
Samantha pulled away from him.
Harriet entered the cabin at that moment.
- Leave her alone, Ravensworth! - She ordered, furious. He obeyed, and Samantha
ran into the arms of the press.
- Oh, my God! - Harriette Wilson said. - It was just what I needed. The time now is
two! Do not believe this is happening to me. What did I do to deserve this
punishment?
The woman put her hand on Ravensworth arm.
- May I suggest that take these young people home before they cause a riot?
- I apologize for the confusion, my dear. - He held the door open for
the two go by.
- Wait a minute, Ravensworth. - He turned. - Be gentle with the young. I
like her.
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Chapter X
Sitting in front of Ravensworth, Aunt Sophia heard, haunted, the story of his
nieces. She shuddered at the brutal log and also the cruel words.
Samantha also listened, wondering what the Lord was enjoying his role as
moral arbiter and did not seem bothered by reproaching her so casually. Sitting in
end of the couch, she paid little attention. His mind was focused on the details of
terrible night, in the way Ravensworth the theater torn as if they were
dangerous criminal.
Samantha looked at the other side of the couch, where his cousin cried nonstop. Lord
Avery, who was beside her, handed her a handkerchief. His demonstration
bravery in the face of Ravensworth in opera box was gone. Harriet had
fully aware of having failed with Samantha, and it made her inconsolable. With its
signed place in society, she did not mind a bit, but his cousin was
different. Not bear to see her recriminada without a real reason.
It was the sudden collapse of poor Harriet gave forces Samantha. It does not
hide like a frightened creature. Be rebuked for having embarrassed one
woman with the provision of Harriette Wilson would be accepted without objection. But having
your character
put into play for having inhaled a bit of snuff, for having drunk a few glasses of
wine at one time or another, and for being caught smoking once was something
would not tolerate.
Samantha looked approvingly at Lord Avery stroking hand press. That One
man more matched a true gentleman, a noble, because their behavior
out as helpfully as possible. He had accompanied him to the Sophia aunt's house, having been
instructed by Ravensworth to wait for him there. Samantha thought that the needs of
impatient Adle had to be met first. Without the least discretion,
Adle speculated about the Marquis's relationship with Samantha. This was not the
doubt that the beautiful aristocrat count on the sympathy of the future Duke. I hope
them to be happy, she thought, and the lines on his forehead increased.
- But ... Lord Ravensworth - intervened Aunt Sophia with certain timidity - are just
liveliest young than the other. I may have been a little lax in my
role of chaperone, but now that I have knowledge of the facts in question,
will pay more attention in these two.
- Madame, too late to try to correct something. These young people have become
too scandalous to London. The bad conduct them put them in a situation
rather than smooth. The event tonight was the last straw. - The voice of the Marquis
became increasingly irritated. - They entered the Harriette Wilson's box. Judging
by the color of his face, I suppose you know who I mean. These two lost
full judgment.
Harriet wept copiously, but Samantha gritted his teeth and straightened in
its place.
Aunt Sophia took a deep breath.
- This means that girls ruined the chance of getting an entry for the
Almack's? - She asked.
There was a momentary silence, which was interrupted by Harriet's sobs.
- Almack's? - Snapped Ravensworth. - Almack's? I inform you, madam, that the
only place where these two "ladies" will be accepted is in bed all the libertines
city.
Eyes lady widened in horror.
- My salts ... - she whispered, squeezing his throat. Harriet stood in the same
instant, and ran from the room. Avery was back.
- Are you happy now? - Samantha asked, leaning over her aunt to feelher wrist. - You have no right to denigrate our image in this way, Lord
Ravensworth. Furthermore, his conduct in the past about my person does not give you
no right to act as custodian of moral principles. Stop this hypocrisy,
please. - Samantha saw the gleam in Marquis's eyes and turned to meeting aunt. Calm, Sophia aunt. Do not be so. Lord Ravensworth is exaggerating. Harriette Wilson is
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a very kind woman. The lady would love to have the opportunity to meet her.
This was too much for Aunt Sophia, which eventually pass out. Ravensworth sat
holding his head in his hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Harriet returned shortly after with a cloth soaked in vinegar, which placed under the
nose aunt. This soon came to.
- It is the Grenfell blood - murmured Sophia aunt. - I should have known that not
would be immune in this generation. Like father, like son; like mother, like daughter.
- What blood Grenfell - Ravensworth asked, thinking that the lady had
lost his mind.
- The girls are infamadas - she lamented, as if he had not heard. - You
blood, you know? I warned her mother, my niece - Sophia said, turning to Harriet.
- I begged him not to get involved with John Grenfell. We, the Woodward, always
we were very circumspect with regard to morals and good customs, while
Grenfell never bother with social conventions. How many duels he fought!
As irresponsible ... But his mother wanted anyway. Now, look at what
happened!
- My father? - Harriet asked, shocked by the revelation of the aunt. - I do not believe.
He was always so right, so ceremonious. Do not tell me that my father was a ... fornicator?
- Well, not lately, of course. I must inform you, however, that his reputation not
was the best before marrying his mother. That was long ago, Ah, Harriet,
my dear, is in his blood. - It inhaled cloth with vinegar again.
- What did I tell you? - Avery whispered to Ravensworth.
- And the mother of Miss. Langland? - Asked the Marquis with caution.
- Oh, terrible that young! They were known as Terrible Grenfell. Jane
Grenfell had a knack for mischief. And how to improve the brother was even worse?
He encouraged the act. I'm sorry to tell you, Samantha, but his mother was not received in
best rooms of the aristocracy. Not that it mattered. She snapped her fingers to the world
and continued his life.
The news shocked Samantha.
- You mean, Aunt Sophia, my mother was a libertine?
- Not like you think. Of course not! But ... Well ... How do I? She
was a very stubborn girl, leaning up to. Until the day that Jane has committed
and had to marry his father.
- My father? - She asked, looking at Harriet. The two approached,
finding comfort one another.
- I could never understand - continued Sophia aunt. - The behavior of
Graeme Langland has always been the most clean. He was a gentleman in every sense
the word. But he undertook with his mother. So Jane's brother, Sir John,
forced him to marry her. Of course, at that time Sir John had married and taken
a respectable man.
- But ... but Mom was always so correct, so worthy.
- I agree, my dear. This has in recent years. She and Sir John were the
talk of the town. When they married, all commented on the "domestication" of the brothers
Grenfell. You know, the marriage can fix even the worst character.
Ravensworth suppressed a laugh and looked at Samantha, who sported a gleam
speculation in his eyes.
- I found the solution! - Exclaimed Aunt Sophia in a moment of sudden
inspiration. All looked at her with great interest.
Suddenly, the color returned to her cheeks.
- Of course! You do not see? - She straightened up in his chair. - Girls
need to get married as soon as possible! Sir John will take care of everything. They should build
immediately to Bath. Tomorrow morning! We'll call her brother, Samantha, to
he accompany them. I, of course, I will be in London. I am too old to travel and really
not endure a reprimand from my nephew. In a way - added Aunt Sophia I preferred his father as it was before.
- One moment, please - interfered Ravensworth. - No need to
call the young Vernon. He is too inexperienced for the job. Allow me to you I
offer my services, ma'am. And Lord Avery will go with me. - He smiled at Samantha. Page 39
I'll put my carriage available to you. We will follow the young,
with the presence of a chaperone, I believe that fulfill the conventions
social.
- Case us as soon as possible. Take us as if we were to Bath
criminal. I do not want any of it! We are not her pupils, my lord - said
Samantha clenched teeth. - Harriet, tell him.
- Samantha, why irritation? The moment you entered the cabin
Harriette Wilson, I knew what would be our fate - said the press and the smallest
willingness to fight.
- Enough! - Ordered an aunt Sophia austere. - Resolves! Thank you for your
generous offer, Lord Ravensworth, and I accept it. We will mark the departure for the ten
morning?
- No, I think better at eight. At ten o'clock, all city fornicators will be
knocking at your door. - He smirked. - Only a suitcase, my youth. Even
it means that the ladies have to marry their future husbands during
the trip.
Samantha looked at him with disdain. Undaunted and with his usual arrogance,
Marquis lifted her chin.
Samantha opened Harriet's room door and entered.
- I saw the light on and decided to come here - she said. Harriet sat on the edge
the bed combing her golden curls. When he saw the press, left side brush.
- Samantha, I promised Mom would take care of you. I can not tell you
as I am annoyed to have failed. - No more tears to cry, but
Harriet blew his nose scarf holding.
- Harriet! Harriet! Stop it, please! I seem to need a nanny? Do You
not failed me, press. - She shook her head. - You did not think I was me
adapt to the absurd customs of your beau monde, did you? Please tell me no.
Harriet looked up and stared at her cousin.
- If you are banished from society, if people do not want to receive it, I
I'll be ruined.
- Stop talking nonsense! I am heir to take a considerable fortune. Within a
atingirei year of age and able to do whatever it wants. Do not think I have to
intention to marry one of the futile young I was presented and lose
control of my fortune.
Harriet stopped crying suddenly and stared in disbelief at her cousin.
- You really do not care?
- Of course not - Samantha replied sincerely. - I only bothered to
know I caused you so much pain. Harriet, you want to join the society, and I can
have spoiled their plans. Be honest, I ruined your life? I denigrate their
reputation?
- Reputation? I do not care what society thinks of me!
- So why the sadness? It is because of me? You have not realized that we
the same ideas? Why do you want me to what I such contempt?
- Samantha - Harriet whispered, suppressing a smile - you think you're in
our blood?
- May be. But I'm so out of conviction, not just by blood.
- The Terrible Grenfell - Harriet said, recalling the words of her aunt.
- The raw troublemakers!
- Unmarried arruaceiras!
- The Lamentable ladies!
- Women geniosas!
- Harriet, do you think now we can snuff when we are alone?
- Samantha asked so caught his breath.
Without a word, Hamet took snuff box of her dresser and handed
to the press.
threatening toward her. Samantha was going back to his trembling hands
find the dresser against the wall.
He arrived without haste and with affected negligence, put his hands next to the
Samantha's body. The Ravensworth's face was impassive, but she believed
masked some deeper emotion. Samantha smelt the sweet smell of the colony
male and turned his head from side to move away from the disturbing perfume. The proximity
it was intimidating, and Samantha felt the enrubescerem faces. Then her lips parted
to breathe better.
- Touch - muttered Ravensworth without the slightest emotion. - This last comment
was done with the intention to hurt, right? Now that reached its goal, why
surrender? Continue, please. You do not deliver a man of my kind. It was then
it stopped.
Samantha's eyes went quickly to the door and, with a certain sense of
Reluctantly, she wondered if he should try to escape. The voice of Ravensworth, so close to
his ear, warned her against trying:
- Do not even think about it! - He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up. - Speakme about a man of my kind, Samantha. I want to hear.
It would be honest, even if Ravensworth stay possessed.
- You are not coherent. You reproaches me for having failed to comply with
rules of society, but found just ask me to be his mistress. Nowhere
worried about my happiness, did not think the peace of mind of my family.
He thought only in their personal development. The man I marry will be ...
- The man I marry - the Marquis mimicked, interrupting her. - Listen
here, Miss. Samantha Langland. The man you marry will be me or no
other. - His tone softened: - You do not understand anything, you fool? - Ravensworth
tilted her face, studying every detail of her feature. - Samantha? - Murmured, as if
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ask permission to do something.
Although he had no fear of the marquis, she acknowledged that conveyed Ravensworth
certain threat and that if they made love, there would be no turning back. Would be lost
always. The Marquis lips touched his eyes, and Samantha willpower
cooled. Her heart raced so he began to feel a tingling espalhandoif her stomach. She noted the symptoms as if out of the scene, as if
were a doctor analyzing the evidence of a disease in a patient.
- Samantha? - His voice was slightly persuasive, and stirred something deep in
your being. She tilted her face to invite him to kiss her. Strong arms wrapped and
Ravensworth took her lips with a lovely warmth. Without thinking, Samantha
embedded in his body. Kissing Hugh Montgomery, she thought, was pleased more
splendid that had experienced throughout its existence.
Reluctantly, Ravensworth walked away from Samantha, disappointing her.
- Tell me what you're thinking! - He ordered, devouring her with his eyes.
- I'm thinking that I love to kiss him. It feels wonderful.
- Better than snuff? - Caused the Marquis.
- When I smell snuff, only my ant nose. When you kiss me, the
tingling turns into a real quake.
- A real catastrophe.
- She refused?
- Oh, no, she accepted. - Avery was happy life. - Let's see what happens
hereinafter.
- What went wrong?
The Viscount was serious and looked down for a moment. Then raised them to the
friend.
- Something I said Harriet led to believe that Samantha blame for the situation in which
the two meet. This does not make any sense.
- But the fault is it! - Cried the marquis, without blinking. He took a long drink
in his brandy. - Do not think that offends me to say what goes through the mind of
Samantha. She has no idea how to act in society. Like mother, like daughter.
That I have no doubt. The father should have been more forceful with this young woman.
- From what I know, her father was always very strict, but never hit the
daughter.
- This is a subject I intend to solve very quickly - threatened Ravensworth.
He filled the cup and emptied instantly.
- You want to still have it? - * Avery asked, studying the diamond ring
your finger.
- If I can convince her, yes.
- You know this young transform your life into a living hell.
- I know deal with it. If we establish our residence in Africa, have
sure Samantha will understand very well with society.
Lord Avery smiled.
- Harriet will not like the idea. She loves her cousin. If I may, my friend, I
do not think Samantha is a good company to Harriet.
- I agree with you, Avery. Samantha is not a good company to
no one. It creates confusion for all the passing places. Look at me. To meet you,
I was a reasonable guy, right? You saw me grumpy frequently? I did not
had no concern with the world. - Ravensworth was involved with nostalgia to
remember the happy days of his youth. - Life was so simple back then ... I
loved hanging out with the most beautiful women, even of dubious reputation. My mistake was
have delighted me with a young full of virtues. Take care, dear viscount, not
fall into the same trap as me. This girl enveloped me so that I do not know
discern right from wrong.
- Let's drink, then - said Avery, raising his glass.
Two cognac bottles later, the two gentlemen helped themselves
each other up the stairs, who swore have if taken longer. They fell in
bed clothes, without bothering to take the boots full of mud. Denby, thought
Ravensworth in a moment of lucidity, luckily not this \ a present to witness
the master's disgrace.
Chapter XII
Tomorrow following was born gray and threatening. A day to spend in bed, as
said the innkeeper to give the ladies a ticket with the letter of Ravensworth.
The paper reported that the they would not join them before noon, they wanted
take the time to rest.
The materials did not believe. They were awake at night with the noise of
two up the stairs and heading out, staggered to their rooms. The fact that both
are suffering from the effects of the previous night's drinking brought a smile of satisfaction
the lips of young people as Ravensworth and Avery had not allowed them would put
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a single drop of alcohol in the mouth.
- Divine Justice! - Samantha commented, finishing reading the note. Ravensworth
will add a warning in the most direct terms possible, ordering
remain away from the public eye until it was time to continue
trip. The chaperone should accompany them at all times. In The Meantime
this would not be possible because Alice had agreed with high fever and had failed to
out of bed.
When they finished their morning coffee, they returned to the room, where
Alice turned from side to side in the small bed that had been added there. How
Not surprisingly, the Ravensworth and Avery lords each had their own room.
Samantha saw that the girl suffered too much and insisted that she moved to the
his bed, much higher. Harriet stood beside Alice, while Samantha was behind the
owner to ask for a little porridge and hot tea for the sick. The fact of having to
Ravensworth disobey the order to stay away from other guests bothered one
little, but she would do everything in its power to alleviate the suffering of Alice.
For most of the morning, the two took turns taking care of the created. A
Torrential rain began to fall, preventing them from going for a walk in the courtyard in order to
take some air. When Alice fell asleep, Samantha decided to wash your hair and
let him loose. For some reason, Ravensworth not approve your hair and not to
create controversy, she wore braided and pinned into a bun at the nape.
In the late afternoon, and still no news of the gentlemen, Samantha noticed
that Alice's condition had worsened enough and would need to call a
doctor. It would not be a simple matter to solve as in normal circumstances,
because the rain, which did not show the slightest hint of decline, had taken the roads
impassable. The inn, in turn, was full of people looking for a place
to spend the night before they were forced to sleep at some point in the desert
road. In the absence of Ravensworth and Avery, Samantha decided to go behind the driver and
instruct you to find a doctor.
She stood in the hallway listening to the voices and laughter coming from the room
Community. Judging by the phrases that came to his ears, it was clear that there was a
bunch of men gathered on the property, preparing for a great revelry. Do Not
was no footman in sight to call the driver. It had been very unfair of
Ravensworth, she thought, feeling his anger rise, leaving them in a predicament like this.
Decided, Samantha went to his room and knocked.
- Ravensworth! - She called the highest he could. - Ravensworth! Wake Up!
I need to talk with you! - Nothing happened. Samantha tried to open the door. And succeeded. Ravensworth. Stand up, please. We need a doctor to Alice. If you do not leave
the bed, I'm going after the same one.
The Marquis moved among the sheets. Then he opened his eyes.
- Get out of here! - He said in a small voice. - Do not you realize that I can not afford
her room, her words came into your consciousness, bringing it back to the world
from sober. He had gotten out of bed and buttoned his shirt when she came out of breath.
Strong arms wrapped. When looking at the door, Ravensworth saw the count stopped at the door.
- I did not know you were in Ravensworth - Grafton commented with some
malice. - Maybe we can not reach an agreement. Of course, with his consent.
Samantha did not capture the hidden message behind the words of the count, but
Ravensworth understood perfectly. He pulled Samantha from her arms and walked
to the door. She heard the noise, but did not see what happened. The Marquis was in
top of Grafton count.
- If you dare to lay a finger on the young, I'll kill you - Ravensworth said with a
very calm voice. - Let's settle this with a duel, if required.
Grumpy, Count sat down and rubbed his chin, which had been
reached.
- How would I know that the lady is under his protection?
- Ravensworth - called Samantha, beginning to understand what was happening
there. - Lord Grafton saw me at Harriette Wilson company. If you explain what
happened ...
- Quiet, Samantha!
A few moments later, Grafton rose.
- You must ura apology to the young - suggested Ravensworth, masking
a threat.
- Ravensworth - interfered Samantha - explain our situation to the Earl of
Grafton.
- Explain what, my love? - Ravensworth asked, looking at her with a
blank expression. She was surprised, but chose to ignore.
- Tell him that my chaperone is traveling with us, there is nothing
wrong in our conduct.
- You heard the young - Ravensworth said.
- I beg your pardon, Miss. Langland, by my bold behavior. Enganeime about the situation. - He took a step back. - Forgive me for the intrusion,
Ravensworth. It was an error of judgment more than natural, if you get my drift.
Ravensworth was silent. Samantha was angered by the insinuations in conversation and
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decided to act.
- Lord Grafton, please listen to me. We are not traveling alone. My
escorts are ...
- Just, Samantha!
When Grafton left, the Marquis closed the door to his room.
- And then, madam, I hope you have a good reason to explain this
small incident.
For the first time, Samantha realized that Ravensworth wore only pants and
shirt, is open until the middle of the chest. She felt a great urge to touch it.
He found himself alone with a man in the room. You should be scared, it was almost
the same situation that had experienced with the Earl of Grafton.
- He kissed her and you bit him - said Ravensworth, having noticed the blood on
mouth of Grafton.
- He molested me! It was depressing! - Defended himself Samantha.
The Marquis frowned.
- You did not feel tingling? He asked, as he continued to dress.
- Not at all. I felt only disgust remembering the mouth glued to his.
- I guess you know what that means Marquis, giving the tie a tie.
- What? - Samantha asked, genuinely curious.
- Samantha, sometimes you disappoint me. Tell me how it happened.
She reported the facts exactly as they had been, wondering trigger
Ravensworth anger.
- I hope you have learned your lesson, young lady. - He seemed not to care
with the predicament in which Samantha had spent in the hands of Grafton count. - A woman
should always be under the protection of a man. A man who can take care of it. If the
world to know that you belong to me, none of this would have happened.
Samantha was disappointed. Perhaps Ravensworth believe that at some point
of insanity, she would accept his indecent proposal. Would issue to make it clear that
there was no chance of this happening.
Samantha straightened before starting his speech.
- In this case, the only solution I see is the wedding - she said with a note of
bitterness in his voice. - I'll find a young Quaker who has the same convictions that
I. A man who respects me and that makes me happy. Yes, a Quaker husband would be perfect.
I would enjoy a freedom that is denied to most women.
- Do not think there is a man on the earth that allows the wife
challenge your authority - said the marquis. - Can be Quaker, Hindu, whatever.
Samantha angered up with the air of male superiority.
- You do not know anything about the Quakers.
- And you know nothing about men. Besides, I already told you what the
your destination. You better get used to the idea.
He smiled with a certain evil.
Samantha gritted his teeth. Ravensworth pretended not to notice. Then he gave his arm to
she.
- Let's see where they have been our companions?
On the other side of the door, the couple encountered Harriet and Avery coming directions
opposite. As expected, they realized that the two had left the room
Marquis. Avery lowered his head. Harriet's eyes widened and mumbled a greeting.
- Harriet - Samantha began nervously, trying to correct erroneous impression of ja
press - there was a hateful man chasing me. He confused me with ... with a friend
intimate Harriette Wilson. - Her voice became more breathless as I tried to
explain the complex history Harriet. - I ran to the Ravensworth room in search
protection. The guy kissed me and wanted to take me to your room, but I bit him.
- Samantha is not referring to me - the Marquis intervened with a twinkle in
eyes. - She went in my room uninvited.
- Of course, I needed help.
- That explains it - Ravensworth said, grim. - Let's take care of the matter
that precipitated this whole adventure. To my knowledge, was a problem with Alice.
Something told Samantha that Ravensworth was enjoying his predicament.
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Some choice words from him would have explained their behavior
strange, but every sentence uttered by the Marquis gave the impression that she invented
the mythical gentleman who had kissed her with such fervor. Soon gave Samantha to explain
their
presence in Ravensworth room, knowing have done wrong to get there as soon as the
Grafton Earl had retired.
Harriet said she and Avery had sought for a few minutes, and that
had gone through the closed door of the Marquis room more than once. Without knowing
to say, Samantha looked at Ravensworth for help, but he remained silent,
leaving her alone to take care of the problem.
During the rest of the day, Samantha was reading Sense and Sensibility, determined to
not cause more complications in your life. Ravensworth, in turn, could not be with
a better mood.
Fever Alice was so high that the doctor suggested to continue in the
inn for one more day. She would be at risk of death if he left in this weather
horrendous.
A trip that would take two days to take place under normal circumstances
extended to four.
Chapter XIII
Despite the brave words of Samantha and Harriet that they would face the stay
in Bath as a great adventure, the increasing proximity of the parents and uncles
frightened. As the carriage began to slow down towards the center of the city,
the conversation between the two stopped. The men, who had remained silent during most
leg, were busy helping the driver to control the nervous animals.
- The beautiful city of Bath is a hiker's dream, but a nightmare for even the
more capable drivers - said the marquis, in the carriage window.
Bath was pretty much thought Samantha. But the conversation with Sir John, who
happen soon and it would be quite tumultuous, stole, the two young, great
part of the pleasure of observing the classic beauty of the city. Despite the fear with which
Slavic to come, both were impressed by the splendor of the full constructs
glasses.
Sister Harriet, Fanny, and her husband, the Rev. Edward Damell, lived in
Laura Place, across the Pulteney Bridge in a newer part of town. The
carriage stopped near a number of tall, stately residences that ended in
Pulteney Street, the main access to Sydney Gardens. Samantha protected sun eyes
and looked at the fenced garden, where were held picnics, concerts and burnings
fires. It was part of the fun of the oldest residents of Bath. Before Samantha have
time to organize your thoughts, the front door opened and Sir John came down the
small stair steps to get visitors.
- We are waiting for you two days ago - he said in a threatening tone.
Samantha and Harriet looked at each other not knowing how to act. It was a story of
nicer because Sir John had no way of knowing they were on their way. Aunt
Sophia chosen not to warn them of the group's arrival.
- Leave the luggage to the servants - he ordered, as if the girls were
For a few agonizing hours, Sir John thought the marriage would be canceled,
because Ravensworth offended by the provocative insistence Samantha. He met
for a private conversation with the Marquis and finally managed to convince him that
Samantha, married, despite being a financially independent woman, in reality
would not have the power to challenge her husband's will. Ravensworth thought about it and
relented, but Sir John realized that the Marquis was not happy with the fact
his future wife have questioned their integrity. Samantha protested asking him
to reassure, since, after all, intended to leave the administration of the fortune
husband's care.
Ravensworth could not know that the determination of Samantha in keeping
some independence in marriage was not due to a lack of confidence in him
special, but the Quakers teachings of his mother and other women. The Quakers
were admired for their ingenuity and leadership qualities, and were encouraged to
participate with the same position of man in the administration of any matter
was submitted to them.
Ravensworth knew nothing about the past of the bride, and also did not have the
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less interest to meet you. Whatever it was, Samantha was the only woman in
world that held the power to confuse you. The Marquis of emotions went from one extreme to
other. Sometimes he was seized by a fierce desire to love her and protect her. In others,
wanted to lock her in a dark room. His longing for the woman had
overcome the simple physical desire. Samantha could not live without. Want to share your life
with it. That simple.
The Marquis had played to perfection and not let down by a whim
feminine. A slight remorse came over him when he thought of the great deception that had
pitched for
ensure submission of Samantha, but soon departed, remembering that she reciprocated
their feelings. Not allow Samantha sacrifice the happiness of both by
because of misguided scruples.
His vanity, however, resented because of offenses inflicted by
Samantha, and Ravensworth was determined to show him his power so
put the ring on the left hand of his bride. In the days before the wedding,
Ravensworth was dreaming of a disciplined wife obey her husband without
rebel.
The ceremony took place a week after their arrival at Bath in Laura Place,
and was celebrated by the Rev. Edmund Damell. At first, Ravensworth agreed to
a Quaker wedding if Samantha wished, but to find that the Quakers
used to make their votes without the testimony of the clergy, he changed his mind. She was
calmer when the Marquis told him that would be unthinkable in doubt, in the future,
in relation to the descendants of both: the children would be heirs of the Duchy of
Dalbreck. In this matter, Samantha succumbed to the will of Ravensworth.
She noticed her boyfriend somewhat distant in the days before the wedding, and
imagined that he was blaming the embarrassing circumstances which
forced marriage. The guard Ravensworth bothered her, because he thought that an alliance
someone so important to someone as simple bothered him in the extreme. Samantha
could not be the appropriate choice for a future Duke, but had to admit that
developed a certain affection for him. Maybe he could not modify it?
The first of the season gala event in Sydney Gardens took place on the
Wedding Samantha and Ravensworth. This was a music concert at the beginning of
night, followed by a burning fireworks. Ravensworth proposed that, before
night program, the family get together for a dinner in one of the terraces of Sydney
Gardens. It promised to be a pleasant evening.
Samantha drank her champagne slowly, under the watchful eyes of her husband, and
analyzed with interest the steady stream of people walking in the park. It seemed that
Bath all wanted to watch the show and have fun. When he heard his uncle ask
Ravensworth what his immediate plans, she ran back to attention to their
table mates.
- Undecided - he said, wiping his mouth with his napkin. - I thought
to spend more time in Bath, staying at The Circus. Moreover, my
property in Kent is excellent for fishing and ride this time of year. I would say
a season in the field after the latest events would not be a bad idea concluded Ravensworth, looking for Samantha.
She bristled. He was furious at Ravensworth have not asked your opinion and also
by recalling the events of the past before others.
- You did not consult me about their intentions, my lord - said Samantha
without hiding his irritation.
The glass of champagne Ravensworth led to his lips returned to the table. Then
turned to Samantha.
- Oh, no, my love? - His tone was the most calm, but she noticed that the
was angry. - So let me correct the omission. - Ravensworth pushed the chair
back and stood up. - Let's take a walk through the park. Samantha looked at Harriet
in a silent plea.
- Excellent idea - said her cousin, grabbing her shawl. - Why do not we all?
I heard that the lighting of the park is magnificent at night. - Avery nodded to
sides, warning her in silence, but Sir John was faster.
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- Sit down, my daughter. You do not realize when it is not welcome? I know you and
Samantha does not detach, but I must warn you that Ravensworth and I will not allow
that your relationship continue as before. - Seeing that Harriet opened her mouth to
protest, his gaze became more severe. - It was not clear? Sit down, Harriet.
There was an awkward silence for a moment. So Lady Esther, with its
customary aplomb, decided to intervene to alleviate the tension.
- Take a walk with his wife, Ravensworth. This time we will allow
monopolize Samantha - she joked, smiling. - In the future, try to remember, noble Marquis,
it is not polite to couples behave as eternal love. Send Avery
Harriet and behind you in half an hour.
Ravensworth bowed.
- Your wish is my command, madame - he said, returning the smile. I will try to express my feelings in that brief period of time I have been given. The look the Marquis threw for Samantha, however, was not encouraging.
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party girl.
The bow that Ravensworth did to the guy who tried to rape Samantha was
very courteous.
- My dear, when you told me about your trip here, I figured
could help alleviate boredom, but you ruined my good intentions. Like me
could imagine that you would fall in the web of a young naive? I hope you have been a
beautiful lesson, Hugh. - She smiled at Ravensworth, then turned to Samantha: - My
Congratulations, dear! You captured the most eligible bachelor in all of England. Grafton me
said how did you get, but I do not recrimino. In love and war, anything goes,
does not it? - The threatening tone was unmistakable. Ravensworth seemed flattered, and
Samantha, shocked.
- Allow me to congratulate her - said Grafton.
- Thank you - Samantha replied with as much education that could
demonstrate. Then she turned to her husband for guidance, but he was entertained
in a conversation with the countess. Samantha walked silently side of the Earl of
Grafton, while Ravensworth led the way in an animated conversation with Adele St.
Clair. A sense of abandonment to flooded.
- I owe you an apology - said Grafton. The distance between the two
pairs was growing. Ravensworth not look back in order to ensure that the
wife followed him. Samantha's irritation at being treated with such disdain by
husband on the night of their marriage began to increase, making your blood boil.
- Do not like to remember their horrible behavior on the night in
know - she said, her voice colder possible. - I'd rather forget the
circumstances of that meeting.
The Grafton's smile was enigmatic.
- Mislead yourself if you think I want to apologize for the way I acted that day.
Any man would have done the same. What could I do? - His eyes hid a trace
of insolence. - His appearance at that time was very different from demure lady who
is beside me.
Samantha was confused.
- Why do you want to apologize, then? - She asked, preferring to ignore the
explicit provocation.
- I want to apologize for having brought Adele to upset her. If you knew that
you would be here tonight, I would not have come to her for anything. Please believe in
me.
- How come? What do you mean? - Samantha asked, puzzled. - Lady
Adle also has the right to have fun.
- With her husband? Samantha's eyes widened.
- How so? Be clearer, Lord Grafton.
- Forgive me if I spoke nonsense. I thought you knew.
- What should I know? Grafton shrugged.
- The long connection with Ravensworth Adle is public knowledge. Whereby
I know, she wanted to be taken gurney.
A few moments passed before Samantha understand what he was
telling you.
Wrist Harriet.
- Let's get married right away. Here in Bath, if you want. It can also be
in London or in my mother's house in Kent. All misunderstandings we
harassed since the beginning of our relationship will be solved as soon as I have in
arms. I'm tired of being your companion, your dance partner and even your
friend. Ah, my dear, I will be much more if you allow.
Harriet laughed, noting that he tried to keep his emotions in check by
a serious countenance. That Avery fiery, loving, was big news in life
it, and all that desire he had been demonstrating began to shake his balance,
causing you chills throughout the body. Harriet always admired, but hot kisses
it caused a certain fear.
- Please, let's get married very quickly - she said with a simplicity
lovely.
Oh, how was simple, he thought happily. Under the rules of society and the
insane notion that a well-educated young would revolt with a demonstration
passion. At least managed to wake her.
- Tell me when and where, my Harriet.
- It could be next week? Or is it too early? - She asked with eyes
sparkling.
- Of course not. I need to talk with his father. A thought flooded his
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mind.
- Avery, and her mother? - Harriet asked in a small voice. - She almost never leaves
Kent. It would not be good go visit her to tell him the news? Perhaps within a
week or two ...
- Of Course. And, coincidentally, the property of Ravensworth is in the same city.
I bet you also like to spend a few days in Samantha company.
- Is it possible? I know that Samantha is not very happy. I would be much more
quiet if we could meet and talk a little. In fact, she asked me
to go to Kent, and I can not turn my back on my own cousin. We just
taking us very close after she moved Paia my house.
Lord Avery thought of what would be the reaction of Ravensworth if both women
met so soon after the separation. He would not want anyone to meddle in
your life with Samantha. That the viscount was fully satisfied.
- Harriet, my love, do not you think that is not a good time to visit your
cousin? In a month or two, I promise you that we will go to Kent. - He chose his
next words carefully: - I know you are very arrivals, but when a
woman gets married, that kind of intimacy becomes more of her husband. You know, I must
confess
that sometimes feel jealous of the closeness between you and Samantha. When we get married,
my dear, I would like to be the center of their attention and loyalty.
- I promise you that you will be my universe - she said sincerely. - But
I gave my word to Samantha. I need to see it at least once more. Do Not
understand the nature of this alliance with Ravensworth, but I understand that my cousin
need, and much, of a friend. Trust me on this subject, Avery. Please. I
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would be by the end of their lives.
The pangs of conscience he felt before bordered on insignificance before the
wave of remorse that consumed now. In order to satisfy your craving to possess it,
Ravensworth had used all possible tricks to make her surrender to his will,
completely indifferent to the feelings of Samantha. This selfish attitude was natural
for it. Hugh Montgomery was used to getting what he wanted in a way
or another. But what he wanted now could not be conquered by force, bribery or
insistence. Did the esteem of Samantha. He wanted her to return to him with
same demonstration of confidence revealed in a moment of hysteria. Hugh
Montgomery, the Marquis of Ravensworth, would not be satisfied with a feeling based
in hypocrisy. Wanted to win the respect of his wife, be worthy of feeling. In short, he
intended to win Samantha demonstrating that had changed. Your new
attitude bothered him a little, but Ravensworth was determined to put his new
decision into practice.
He rose from his chair with Samantha in his arms and placed it carefully in
bed. With a sense of regret, the Marquis turned away the woman with whom
wanted to make love and covered the soft contours of your body with the woolen blanket. With a
resigned sigh, he turned and went to the door, away from the images that had
haunted his days and nights since the naive Samantha entered his life.
How long it would take for her to succumb to the onslaughts of the new Ravensworth ?,
he thought. Until then, many cold baths and calm.
When Samantha awoke the next morning, she found her husband. Do Not
there was no sign that he had been in that room. Of course, reserved a room for
itself. She let the thought spinning in your mind for a few moments while
dressed with the help of the daughter of the innkeeper. The fact Ravensworth not have
advantage of the perfect opportunity to consummate the marriage was very strange. Would
something to do with the beautiful Adele? Samantha ruled out very quickly depressing idea.
The memory of the previous night's events after the storm was not very
clear in his mind, but the feelings Ravensworth had awakened with her
demonstration of chivalry were well experienced in his memory. Never expected
find comfort size, such devotion, such consideration in a man like
her husband. Samantha had to admit that he had shown a character that surprised her.
The man was a real puzzle. His conduct was so inconsistent that could be
considered almost eccentric. However, judging by recent events, Samantha
concluded that due to the husband a little more consideration. For this reason, she decided,
would behave more seriously.
The anxiety of taking up the lady of Oakdale Court, the property
Ravensworth in Kent, began to consume her. Did arrive soon to start
organize everything. Samantha wrapped her shoulders with a shawl before descending the stairs
to meet her husband, who was drinking coffee in a private room. Now she
saw as the role of his mother had been important to promote wellness
all dependent on his father's estate. The greatest desire was to follow Samantha
the mother's footsteps and be a great ally of the husband who loved the country life. She only
could not understand how he fall in love with a man like Ravensworth.
But, apparently, there was something behind the implacable mask. She almost did not believe
that
a man as he was able to comfort a woman on the verge of hysteria.
Samantha found the new concern of Ravensworth a bit exaggerated and
depressing, and wondered if he would be upset by his conduct before the storm
night before. When thanked him for his kindness, she noticed some redness in your face
husband, a characteristic of when he was angry.
So Samantha came to the conclusion that Ravensworth upbraided his
conduct. To further worsen the situation, he decided to travel outside the carriage,
along with the driver. It was just before reaching Oakdale Court and she sincerely
hoped that everything would improve when they were in the new house.
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Chapter XVII
The situation of Oakdale Court was slightly worse than imagined Samantha.
It was an abandoned property and in need of some urgent repairs. The
gardens were full of herbs, and attachments in a dangerous state of neglect. Nothing
would have been more appropriate for that time of your life. His eyes shone with joy
when he imagined the task that lay ahead. The administration of the mansion and
property was a familiar subject. Henry VIII could not have seen the
magnitude of his court in Hampton most admired eyes than the Marquise de
Ravensworth to analyze their future residence.
Ravensworth acted as guide and proved to be somewhat embarrassed by the
situation of the place. The deterioration smell that hung in the air was an offense to the nostrils of
and both a poignant reminder that no one ever bothered with the house
way it should. He just used to take a few close friends and
notorious "ladies" of high society. The memory of the former debauchery that had passed
within those walls brought a sense of guilt to the Marquis. Might have been a
mistake to take his new wife there.
As they walked the ground floor of the house, Ravensworth noticed the excessive
seriousness of Samantha.
- What do you think? - He asked when he saw her kneel to observe what
had once been a beautiful carpet.
- Aubusson - Samantha said with some regret. - Not beyond repair. The
moths ended the carpet.
- I'm not talking about the carpet, but the house. I think I made a mistake in
bring it here. We better get back to the city, do not you think?
Samantha was taken by surprise.
- And let the abandoned house in ruin? You can not be serious,
Ravensworth.
She could not bear the husband decided to put an obstacle in the ambitions
had begun to develop. The Marquis noticed the irritation of his wife.
- Calm down, my dear. Your wish is my command. That is, if you do not mind
to put in order the house of a former single. Now I'm about to take me a
family man, I think the house needs a lot of changes.
- Of course - she murmured with distance, approaching the fire. - It is
better ask for the servants to clean up these ashes. Will be very useful for our
garden. Speaking of which, Ravensworth, where are the servants? I would like to meet them.
- There are some people out there who take care of the house - he said. - In addition, Denby
should be coming to London soon with the rest of our luggage.
- Your personal servant? I'm sure it will be very helpful.
- I apologize once again, Samantha. If you knew that the house was
such deplorable conditions, I would have never suggested we go out of Bath.
- Ah, but you never suggested - she said in a tone that Ravensworthencarou
as a provocation. Chose to ignore, however.
- Of course, we need to hire more people to make the changes
necessary.
- Maybe we can not recruit the army of Wellington? - She suggested with
certain coldness, now analyzing thick layer of dust on the furniture. Samantha
even wrote "cleanse me, please" on the dining table. When he noticed
her husband watched closely, she knew who had managed to irritate him.
- Not that bad. The first step to take is to call the administrator
and tell you what our plans are.
Ravensworth breath and had some difficulty looking into the eyes of
Samantha.
- From what I know, he resigned a few months ago. I had forgotten
full of detail.
- I'm not surprised! - She exclaimed, almost knocking a vase that was going to get. I imagine you had much more pressing matters occupying his mind. - The memory
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of frivolous amusements that both held the attention of his brother Vernon and young people
with
who was related in Richmond came to mind. She looked at Ravensworth with
rebuke of air,
- No, my lord, I do not wonder at the fact that you have neglected their
obligations with his servants. A man in his position should have more issues
urgent to treat, such as tie, the model of your new cover. How worry
with something as banal as the welfare of the people working for you? Better
play, go out with friends to drink, going to parties, having fun with women.
Until that moment, Ravensworth demonstrated tranquility. After the charges
Samantha, however, he felt the fervilharem emotions through his veins. The shock
mixed indignation. There were the words of the wife that the unnerved, but the
fact she have compared with a dandy of London. He admitted that some episodes
his past would be better if forgotten, but nothing to deserve such
reprimand. Samantha's problem was his innocence. Most women in their
position would have the discretion to turn a blind eye to the former husband's adventures. How
could make her change her mind, show him that he was willing to change, not
wanted to know more of that life of debauchery ?, he thought.
- Samantha - Ravensworth said she managed to regain control wish you'd stop commenting on my unfortunate past. He was to
back. What matters now is the present. I may have shocked some people, however
my conduct was never outrageous. - He grinned. - That is, not admit being
called womanizer. I never brought a woman to my house. That is, a
woman who worry me enough to offer the intimacy of my home. See
the fact surprises, but it's the truth. I want to be very honest with you,
my dear. I admit I had a great time, but no more than other men. - The
silent wife bothered him to the extreme, urging him to a more passionate declaration: Samantha, the fact that I have chosen a woman to stay with me until the end of life should
mean something to you. Her eyes registered surprise.
- This marriage, to my knowledge, we were tax. You never intended
me take your wife. The truth is that I committed. And really sorry,
Ravensworth. I who owes you an apology.
Awareness of the Marquis bothered him.
- Samantha, my dear ... I would like to talk to you about the
circumstances of our marriage. - He dared to look into the eyes of his wife, and
their good intentions disappeared in the act. How to tell that young innocent he
had plotted the marriage? Honesty was the supreme virtue in her eyes.
Samantha the scorn if he knew the truth. He would confess to their
duplicity in a more appropriate time.
- What do you say? - She pressed. - Something about our marriage?
Ravensworth recovered quickly.
- I wanted to say that, despite the circumstances of our marriage, I do not
regret having married you. - He took the hands of Samantha in his. I just ask you a chance to prove I'm a worthy husband of her confidence.
We can give us a truce and start all over again? I will do what is within my
range so you do not regret having married me. And a promise.
Word of honor.
That passionate speech left her speechless. Samantha hardly occurred
account to have assented with a nod. Ravensworth wasted no time. He gave it
her arm and guided her to show you the rest of the house. Although he knew that even
there was much to be talked, Samantha was happy. For some inexplicable reason, she
was happy. Happy as never been before.
During the days that followed, Samantha hugged the task of reforming Oakdale
Court. With her husband's approval, she began with a tour of the house accompanied by the
created and extra servants who Ravensworth hired to help them. For a moment,
Samantha believed that he really listened and hired the British Army. And all
worked with the greatest joy, glad to know that so beautiful residence
back to shine in all its splendor.
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Samantha proved a skillful commander, away from the service who do not
judge the height. It was a trait he inherited from his father. There were some complaints, is
course, but dismissed employees could invariably a second chance
with the employer. He had a more forgiving trait in his personality.
Night after night the first week in his new home, Samantha fell asleep in
instant lay in imposing solid wood bed. The Marquis did not have
likewise, despite sharing the same tired. He also did their part to
pamper the property. Samantha's efforts were restricted to the house, and his, to
acres of land around her. Ravensworth put a reasonable amount to
Samantha provision for maintenance costs, and also spent a great
sum investing in machinery for the next harvest.
While occupying your time putting your property in order, Ravensworth
discovered that he had never been so happy in your life. A man with every intention of
have a lot of children around. Samantha fact be exhausted and unable to
say more than two words at dinner was a major obstacle to the achievement
of your dreams. His patience, which had never been one of his great virtues, began to
run out. He turned from side to side in bed every night, wondering
when it would have the honor of sharing the same bed of his wife. It would be a great injustice
the far side keep it from her when he was doing everything to show that there was
changed their way of thinking. Wanted a more regular life, more homely, more familiar.
Ravensworth expected Samantha soon recognize their commitment to display a
more homey man.
As expected, their neighbor, Lady Adele, decided to come for a visit
at a time quite inappropriate. Samantha, wearing an old dress and a cap that
had seen better days, was working in the garden, pulling weeds and
preparing the land to make a small garden. She had just boot a foot
rosemary when he saw a group of horsemen approaching. Ahead came Ravensworth,
impeccable as a dummy. Samantha looked with some envy. These were the
benefits of having a valet to help him dress. Her maid was the new
Helper cook, a slight woman who only deign to work when it was
extremely necessary. Samantha hardly ever needed her help. Preferred to
wear alone.
When the Marquis noticed the unkempt appearance of his wife, made his companions
stop a bit far. Samantha straightened up and put his hands to his aching back.
- You look like a scarecrow - Ravensworth said angrily. - Where are the
gardeners? I will send them by negligence at work. This is not a task for a lady.
- Why did you bring them here? - Asked Samantha with the same irritation and
also ashamed of being seen in that situation. The other seemed to have gone
a portrait, so clean. - Take them home. I find you in the living room
- She said.
Ravensworth turned his horse to meet the request for Samantha, but Adele was
faster.
- How are you, lady Ravensworth? - She asked, measuring it from head to toe. Hugh does not stop praising its virtues. I see that you are very involved with their
work. Your effort is commendable, worthy of a devoted wife.
- No more praise, Lady St. Clair - Samantha said, with as much good humor
which he could show that circumstance,
- It is not my intention to flatter her - replied the other, looking at Ravensworth,
impassive on his horse.
As a young Quaker, Samantha learned to go to all people with
same education, but to look with disdain on that beauty who tried to ridicule
it noted that he could not stick to the mother's principles. Her lips parted
to give a sharp reply, but all it took was a husband look to stop her.
Samantha remembered Ravensworth have said that the world would be watching all
their reactions, and she did not want to alienate her husband in front of strangers. Samantha
took the gardening gloves and smiled at everyone.
- Welcome. As you can see, the young lady loves Oakdale Court
take care of your garden. - She opened a beautiful smile and walked among them with great
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elegance, as if wearing a model of the latest fashion in Paris. - Ravensworth
do the honors while I change my clothes. I'll have to serve them something in the living room.
How are you, Lord Grafton? - Samantha asked when he saw the count.
Upon reaching the kitchen, she excused herself and left. Away from prying eyes of
its visitors, Samantha ran up the stairs and called Nell to help her get
pack faster. Within minutes she was ready to go down, but not as
charming as his rival. Preferred to use a more demure dress. She, however,
had a gun he used only occasionally, for Ravensworth not like.
But the occasion demanded. Samantha shook her hair, which fell in waves by
his back. The change in his appearance was dramatic. Looking for the last time to
mirror, Samantha left the room and, full of confidence, addressed the room.
Chapter XVIII
A quick look at the grim expression of Ravensworth informed that their
loose hair she did not like it one bit. However, as the Countess was sitting next to
side him on the couch, Samantha knew it would not reprimanded at that time. Grafton
presented it to the other members of the group, and Samantha noticed with some surprise that
all were, with one exception, extremely refined.
The visit lasted only half an hour, as was customary in those days. When your
guests rose, Samantha did some banal remarks with her husband,
turning to him for the title. Instantly, the countess turned the attention of
invited to notice the formality between the new couple.
- What is it, Hugh? You push your wife to treat him with the deference of a
created? If the call Ravensworth, my dear - she said with an air of Samantha
innocence - you will be the only woman in London not to show intimacy with this
rollicking.
The review called for some kind of answer, and Samantha noticed the looks
constrained almost all the other guests. Ravensworth seemed to have taken root
the floor. She could not tell the truth and reveal it still felt a strange side
her husband, and he never asked her to call him by his Christian name. Samantha
turned his head and gave a mischievous smile at him.
- Oh, I have a nickname for my husband to use only when we are
alone. I dare not mention it without his permission.
- Take your time - said the marquis, full of confidence.
- If you do not mind, Monty - Samantha whispered with ingenuity.
Ravensworth gritted his teeth and his nostrils flared, but he kept the
pose. Samantha then pulled to his side, wrapping around the waist.
- And short for Montgomery - she explained in friendly tone - But is not the nickname
favorite of my husband. I have a few others, but do not usually use them in front of
others.
Samantha felt a stronger grip on her waist and turned serious. He tried to
Dodge the husband's arms, but it did not work. Ravensworth said goodbye to
guests promising Ihes that would later meet for an informal dinner and a
playing cards.
Once alone, he faced Samantha, who said he had numerous affairs by
front.
- You are an amazing woman, Samantha Langland - said the Marquis, wrapping her
in a big hug. His eyes did not hide his admiration. - It was a great pleasure Vedas
her in action.
- And that quick mind! - She joked.
- Monty! Can I ask you something, dear queen? I would like you to begin using
my Christian name.
- Want to get me through liar? - Samantha joked. - You will
used, Monty. Also, when you hear that name, you know that is your wife who
flame. Take care to meet me quickly when hear the call - said Samantha with
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a bold look.
- Be quiet, my spring.
- Spring?
- This will be your nickname. You remind me of the gardens so admired. I'll
I give permission to do whatever it wants with the property, but for this plant
special - he said, stroking her face - there will be only a gardener. I will cultivate
my spring carefully.
- Growing?
- Yes. And I intend to start right now - he said, taking her face in her
hands. Samantha noticed a bit of uncertainty in his expression usually so
confident. He knew he had great power over the man and was able to destroy the
his confidence with just one word. She opened a slow smile and became involved in
a hug so tight that threatened to crush it.
Months of deprivation with vivid images of Samantha receptive in their
arms tormented him the instant he felt her lips against his.
Ravensworth moaned in pleasure on the female body heat melting against
your. The receptivity of her embrace the inflamed. Her hands stroked Ravensworth all
body of his wife, wanting to have her there.
- I will not leave her in peace, my dear - Ravensworth said. - Pity
me. You know we have a pending issue that needs to be solved as soon
possible. - His lips moved in Samantha's neck. - Come to
bed with me. Now. You will not regret it.
- You can not - she said. so caught his breath.
- Samantha! Do not test my patience.
- We can not. Today is Thursday, and the upstairs floor will be sanded.
All the servants are there.
- Well, we go to the library, then - Ravensworth said in despair.
Samantha proved shocked.
- No curtains there.
- The attic?
- Be reasonable, Hugh. Come to my room tonight. The simple invitation just
with the air of Ravensworth lungs.
- Oh, my dear, as I expected to hear those words - he whispered,
stroking her hair. Ravensworth leaned to kiss her again, but the
appearance of two maids stopped him. Samantha broke free of her husband's arms with
extreme grace and went upstairs. First, however, she gave him a look of flirtation.
Ravensworth stood, wondering what would happen within a few hours.
The Marquis of admiring eyes went to his wife for a moment before
turning to his companion table. I was impatient for the night in the house
Adle of finish in order to go to your house with Samantha, where would one
unforgettable night. He looked at her talking to a shy young man, a man who would follow
Holy Orders. What would be the topic of conversation ?, wondered Marquis, feeling a
twinge of jealousy.
Ravensworth was not the only one watching Samantha with interest. Lady St. Adle
Clair, although resigned to the fact that I lost her lover, did not waste a single
chance to torment his rival. Having lost the Marquis for such insignificant girl was
something unacceptable, and she stared at it as a personal offense. What a man with
Ravensworth class had seen in a young and naive as no great
attractive?
Lady Adele could not know that the modest costume Samantha had been
chosen by Ravensworth. He insisted that his wife used a more model
behaved and hair stuck. His intention was to protect its beauty just for you
same, and not share it with other men. It was something he could not bear. The
Marquis was furious when faced with a desire to glance at its
wife. As a day had been able to find it simple? She was the loveliest woman he
ever met. When caught himself mentally undressing, forced Ravensworth
to start a friendly conversation with Miss. Brown on climate.
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- Hear the word "Newgate"? - Asked Adele to the young man who was talking to
Samantha, Mr.. Guy Sommerville. Samantha looked up and noticed that everyone looked
was his direction.
- Yes - said Mr. Sommerville, with eyes full of admiration for
Samantha. - Lady Ravensworth know Mrs. Elizabeth Fry a Quaker woman
studies the penal reform,
- Never heard of this woman - said Grafton.
- But will hear - said Samantha,
- Lady Ravensworth visited Newgate - Mr. intervened. Sommerville, causing
Surprise murmurs of some of the guests. Samantha looked quickly at her husband
and felt a great relief to see that his expression contained more curiosity than
irritation.
- Yes, Samantha?
- Yes, Mrs. Fry was a close friend of my mother. When I got to town, I was
visit her and she invited me to closely examine the inhuman conditions of women
living in Newgate, without mentioning their innocent children. I found myself obliged to
accept. My mother would have done the same, and many Quakers women took
commitment to help Mrs. Fry.
- Not the best occupation for a refined lady - said Adle with certain
disdain.
Samantha's eyes were as cold as ice as she looked at her hostess.
- Do you know which is the second time that day that tell me something? Luckily, I do not
I intend to be a refined lady. I prefer to stick me of my responsibilities.
- I think that Lady Ravensworth is a woman of great fiber - said Mr..
Sommerville.
- You know what I think? - Said Lady Adele, starting to get annoyed at it. I think these people deserve to be locked up in Newgate. They breached the
law and are being punished.
Samantha was possessed and refused to accept her husband's warning look.
- Laws! - She said shakily. - What are the laws that protect less
favored? Those women stole to feed hungry children and are
condemned as criminal.
- They should let their husbands and parents alimentassem, if they
there - said one man.
Samantha put the cutlery on the table in a gesture of impatience.
- My dear sir, his learning amazes me, because the real heart of the matter
was evident. Do these women have husbands? Do they have a father? If these men
had just deserted the British Army, the problem would not be so stark. They
should be home with their wives, taking care of their true families.
- Desertion the Army? - By Mr. Sommerville was surprised.
Ravensvv-orth launched a withering glare for Samantha.
- Lady Ravensworth just kidding. Tell them, my dear.
That's what Samantha did.
- War is the most ridiculous way to solve our problems. Look at poor
Napoleon, for example. - She ignored the shock of those present. - Think of all the good
he did for France. Fairer taxes, more precise laws, schools and university
for the masses. Even Americans admire. I do not pretend to say that
it is an example of virtue, but it is not as bad as we were led to believe. The
man has a good heart. We should have it accepted, and not sent to Elba as
a common criminal.
- Madame, do not forget to herself - Ravensworth said, wishing he could
twisting his neck.
- Rest assured, Ravensworth - intervened Lord Grafton. - We are all friends
here. Even Lord Byron is expressed in the same terms. I agree with Lady
Samantha, especially on the Americans. I never understood the reason for our quarrel with
them. Are all British, like you and me. I think all this a big inconvenience.
The Grafton words served to further rile the Marquis.
- Let me emphasize that in certain places such comments would be
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considered high treason - said Ravensworth. - As a member of royalty and faithful
servant of His Majesty, I know what my duties. We are at war with
United States of America. We must not speak or act with indiscretion. Right
Now the British Army may be suffering attack US troops. If
we lose this war, you would be satisfied? I would like the Americans to incorporate the
Canada?
Lord Grafton showed his indifference, but Samantha had not finished
subject.
- Of course not want anything to harm Canada. But who caused this feud
stupid? The House of Hannover ...
- Samantha! - Ravensworth.- exclaimed No more comments on the
subject! - It was an order, not ura request. Noting the dangerous glint in the eyes of
husband, she preferred to stay quiet. For now.
When the servants had finished clearing the table, Ravensworth called it aside
before the men gather in another room to make port wine.
- For God's sake, Samantha, be careful with your language. If you do not think of
you, think in my position. Any questioning my loyalty to the
Crown could ruin me. - He squeezed his arm to show his anger out
more by demonstrating in public than by personal reprimand. - Now, be a good
girl and talk about children and marriages with women.
The conversation of women in the living room was quite tedious. Luckily, Samantha
found in Miss. Brown the same passion she had for gardening. The girl, originating
of York, had great knowledge of medicinal herbs. Samantha was delighted with the
Miss wisdom. Brown. Lady Adele stopped a moment beside the two, but the
realize that the conversation had no interest for her, turned to go join
another group. Lady Adle had no attempt to hide his boredom without the presence
of men.
- You will be an excellent daughter to the Duke - commented Miss. Brown. - From what
I know, your father loves herbs. The gardens him in Dalbreck Hail are quite famous
Yorkshire. Your husband should certainly have told you about the father's passion for
gardening.
- I do not know anything about the duke, unless he is a very hard man.
- Severus? The Duke of Dalbreck? Someone deceived, my dear. He is sweet
like a sheep. Ask Lord Ravensworth.
- Do you know him?
- Not very well. The duke did not appear much in public since his wife's death.
And also do not like to leave Yorkshire. I knew he was already confused several times with
the gardener? Like you and me, the Duke loves taking care of your herbs.
- Really? - Marveled Samantha, mentally reviewing the image that made the
father in law. - Anyway, I think that such an important man should have
disappointed with the choice of wife that his son did. - Too late, Samantha
realized there was externalized his thoughts aloud.
- No way. He's crazy for her son. In addition, the mother was Ravensworth
daughter of a simple man. It was a love match, and a great shock to the
Old Duke. The father of Ravensworth is not so. It is much quieter than the child,
inclusive. He does not stand on ceremony with nothing. I am quite sure that both of you
to understand very well.
- Really? - Samantha said thoughtfully. The description of Miss. Brown his father in law
not consistent with what Ravensworth told him about his father's personality. She tried
remember the circumstances in which heard the Duke's name for the first time. Yes, in
weeks before the fateful night when Ravensworth asked her to be his mistress.
Said he could not marry her because his father, the Duke, hoped that his son is
marry someone from their social environment. Liar! All just a scheme
to manipulate it!
- How? - She asked to hear the voice of Lady Adele invading your thoughts.
- I just want to know your opinion, my dear. Do you think it is ethical for a
lady use all the tricks to win the attention of a gentleman for whom
developed a special affection?
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- Honesty is always the best policy - said Samantha.
She listened to the comments of other women with an indulgent smile on
lips.
- It seems that we do everything to achieve our goals - said Miss. Brown
cheerful. - Broken carriages, scarves or books overturned in due course. How
are silly!
- Men are much worse - said Lady Susan, a known redhead to have
five brothers that shattered the hearts of young people. - Nothing prevents them from reaching
their
goals. Our tactics are childish compared to theirs. I hear my brothers
talking and I'm perplexed. The more distant the object of male desire, more
desperate they are to reach Io.
- What can they do so cruel? - Samantha asked, concerned.
- I once heard of a girl who was kidnapped, but not all the gentlemen
usually go to that extreme. However, I believe that a lady is a compromise
trick quite common. Of course, the reputation of a woman is ruined easily,
but the honor of the man in these situations is almost never achieved, he wants to propose
marriage or not.
- How so? I do not understand law.
- Use single - said another young, manifesting itself for the first time. - If a man
denigrates a little reputation, who cares? He earns reputation as a womanizer, only
which is never ignored by society. The fact often highlight its charm before the
women's. As we are silly!
- But a woman in the same position can be ruined life if man
refuse to marry her - opined Lady Susan. - So, any particular gentleman
to have a particularly women need only make some arrangements. Of course, the heirs are
The most common target. Some pretend to be poor to escape the arms of these
unscrupulous fortune hunters.
- You never pay attention to what the more experienced women say commented one of the chaperones.
- I understand - Samantha murmured, joining one of his meditative silences.
His thoughts came and went. She did not know how to understand everything
just heard. Something was pretty obvious. Ravensworth was a liar.
Had lied to try to convince her to be his mistress, and also lie when
persuaded to marry him. The man had a wordy and so much! The brightness in the eyes of
Samantha and the pink in her usually pale cheeks gave him a
unique charm.
When he entered the living room with the other gentlemen, looked at Ravensworth
his wife and considered the most beautiful image that had ever seen.
Chapter XIX
Ravensworth did not take long to realize the resentment of Samantha, whose
eyes refused to meet his, and all attempts that did approach
were ignored. The Marquis soon gave up because he had no intention of participating to
other members of the household who had quarreled with his wife. The coldness of it was not
calculated to annoy her husband, but when they came up in the carriage to return home, the
hostilities came from both parties.
- It's best to cover your shoulder does not cool - he said, adjusting the shawl
Samantha. - Did you notice how the temperature dropped? It is very common at this time
the year.
There was no hiding the sarcasm in Marquis's voice. Samantha, in turn,
not let down.
- I think the temperature in this carriage will soon be so high that you will prefer
be in hell - she said calmly.
Ravensworth threw his head back and laughed.
- Let's start again, my sweet Samantha? How can I defend myself if
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I do not know what was the offense committed. I doubt he's like that with me just because I have
it
interrupted the dinner table. - He was more serious. - Learn not like your
speech, but I think I convinced everyone that you would be faithful to her husband any
they were your feelings. - Ravensworth wrinkled her nose playfully.
- You're a liar, my lord husband - she said without any preamble. You lied to me when he said that his father would object to our marriage. You tried to get me
transform his mistress pretending it was impossible to offer me marriage. But this
was not true, is not it, Ravensworth?
His heart stopped for a second. It was clear that the ladies had the
placed close to the situation. Sooner or later, she would have discovered. Ravensworth
not just imagined it to happen so soon. He should have confessed her the truth
when he had the opportunity.
- Samantha, you better forget this subject. I am no longer the man who
was then. I was selfish, arrogant, do not deny. Only changed. Why not
believe me?
- Really? - She asked with false sweetness. - And when this change occurred?
Ravensworth took the hands of Samantha and replied in all sincerity:
- Shortly after I made it that indecent proposal. When you fled, and
I did not know where he had gone or what had happened to him. Know that were the worst
moments of my life. I did not know what to do. For the first time, I realized that I
care more about you than myself.
Samantha pulled her hands and smiled bitterly.
- Was that before or after you have discovered that marriage would bring one
fortune?
- What fortune? - He asked, perplexed.
- Now, Ravensworth, is not cynical. You're the biggest liar I've met in
my life. What fortune? - Samantha imitated.
The Marquis was caught off guard.
- You mean I'm a fortune hunter?
- You set our marriage or not? - She asked.
- Not exactly.
- What does that mean? Tell me the truth at least once in life.
- It means that events occurred the way I wanted. Had the
intention to ask her to marry him, but did not know if you would accept me for my
own merits.
- What merits? I knew you were a fornicator, a moral man
questionable. The first time we met, you were trying to seduce the poor
Adle. That's what I thought at the time. Shortly after, you asked me if I wanted to be
his mistress. Played with my feelings, believing that I would leave my
side of scruples because you can not offer me marriage. And then planned our
Wedding of the most absurd way, believing that it was my duty to marry you
to save his reputation. Your rascal!
Ravensworth remained under control.
- Calm down, Samantha. I do not deny that there is some truth in all that
is saying. Have not admit my mistakes? If I was not honest with you, there was a
reason. The end justifies the means. If you did not reveal my true intentions, was to
ensure our happiness. You would have refused my court by the most frivolous of reasons.
I know you had created an aversion for me because I proposed it to be my lover.
His pride was hurt, nothing more. I tried to remedy the situation, without success. But
know that all I did was to save his reputation.
- Really, my lord? Know that the road to hell is full of good
intentions.
Ravensworth not know how to respond, then was silent for the rest of the
path. As he helped her from the carriage, he made a last attempt for peace.
- You mean you will not have the pleasure of your company in my bed tonight?
Samantha stumbled and he held her before she fell. Samantha swore,
startling him.
- I appreciate women in love. The fact that you admit you hate me shows that
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is yielding. A lover only fear indifference.
She walked up to the house with all the dignity he could muster, listening to the
husband laugh behind her.
The first visitors arrived the next morning. Ravensworth returned
home and found Samantha in the library pouring tea for two young gentlemen. He
Vernon acknowledged, but the other was foreign to it. They talked quietly,
observed the Marquis before being noticed. The looks of the three received led him to
believe that had stopped some mysterious plan.
- Ra-Ravensworh Have you ever come? Let me introduce you to my cousin, Mr.
John Caldwell, who came to visit us from Canada.
The companion Vernon stood up to greet the Marquis. It was a
about 25 year-old man, without major attractions. His black and beige pants cover not
had nothing special, but they were very stylish.
- You are the Grenfell or Langland branch of the family? - Asked the Marquis Tone
friendly. To pick up the cup of tea from the hands of Samantha, Ravensworth felt a certain
tremor in her hands.
- Langland - Vernon and Samantha answered in unison. Caldwell repeated.
- We are second cousins - he said, but the answer did not satisfy
Ravensworth.
At the end of fifteen minutes of questioning, the Marquis was interrupted by
Samantha, who changed the course of conversation. In other circumstances, he would have
insisted,
but as his wife insisted on honesty, dismissed the idea that the three
hiding something.
- You want to stay long in England? - He asked amiably.
-. I need not only solve a particular problem before returning home.
I have one more week. I hope not to disturb you with my presence here.
- Of course not - Samantha said. - The family must remain united. We would
very happy if we can help you.
- I agree! - Exclaimed Ravensworth. Shortly after, he got up and asked
leave to withdraw. - We talked more at dinner. - When passai- the chair of Vernon,
Marquis slapped the back of coined. - Do not take her sister very seriously. If
need a friend, do not hesitate to call me.
- Thank U.
When the door closed, the three looked at each other.
- I think the Marquis came to the wrong conclusion - said Caldwell.
- I lied to my husband - said Samantha shakily.
- What happened? '- Asked Vernon, standing up and walking from one side
to another. - There was no need. I would never have brought John here if she knew
Ravensworth not sympathize with the Americans.
- No, no, Vernon! You are mistaken. Ravensworth is loyal to the Crown. That's what he
told me a few nights ago. She even repress me for my demonstrated
aversion to war. I could not prove their nationality, sr. Caldwell. He had sent
the authorities without blinking. To my husband, you are the enemy.
- Still, I think we should tell the truth Ravensworth - said
it. - I'm no threat to England. I persona non grata here at
Just because the war in Canada not to be going well for the British. We, the Quakers,
are considered suspect by both parties by refusing to bear arms.
Allow me to tell the truth to the Marquis. And if he decides to deliver me to the authorities, I
will not be such danger. The government put me in a cell just to the end
the war.
- Tell Ravensworth I lied to him? - Samantha expression
showed all its horror. - Impossible. He would never forgive me. No more touch
in this matter, sir. Caldwell. I could never face him again.
- Me neither - agreed Vernon. - I would not want to lose the esteem of my brother in law
if he found out I attended this lie.
Mr. Caldwell took only a moment to decide.
- OK. Although the idea does not please me, I will do what I was asked. How Much
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least you know my plans, the better. I'll just say you'll leave at night to
the coast, one day this week. Vernon follow me, then we will go to London.
How Ravensworth considers the two young adventurers, the fact will not surprise.
- How did you meet Mr. Caldwell, Vernon?
- Through some acquaintances who knew our family was Quaker.
They were looking for a safe place near the coast to hide it until
found a boat to take him away. When I received your letter, practically
begging for me to come here, I found the perfect solution.
- Stay quiet, mrs. Ravensworth. Her husband did not know the truth. I even
call the press Samantha. And you call me John. We will have maximum
caution. We just need to decide what our relationship. There is a relative of
you who have emigrated to Canada?
- - Not that I know - Samantha replied thoughtfully. - Actually, we do not
any relatives by Langland, unless an aunt in Shropshire. It was for this
reason Ver-non and I were under the responsibility of our uncle, Sir John Grenfell. Of
Anyway, every family has a black sheep who went to the colonies in some
time.
Mr. Caldwell smiled.
- We need to invent a relationship - she continued. - Let's say my father
had a brother, John Langland, who left for Canada. His daughter married her
father. Ready. What do you think, sir. Caldwell?
- Cousin John - he corrected. - This will be our story then, but not much
thorough about it. Luckily I'll be just a few days, and no one here can
deny our kinship. Her husband will ever know your lies, unless you decide
tell you.
Ended the matter, the three left the library in order to arrumarem for
dinner. Samantha was calmer when Mr. Caldwell assured him that there was no
anyone in the area that could put their relationship into question. Oh, how Ravensworth
would hate her if she knew the truth! She showed an example of sincerity and now
was cheating on her husband's trust. Samantha did not like to imagine the disappointment
Marquis is ever found out the truth. He would never believe in the purity of their
reasons. Two choices were left him, tell the truth Ravensworth, and so play mr.
Caldwell in jail for tavez one year or lie to Ravensworth and help mr. Caldwell the
escape. Samantha had the second option, even though her husband never
understand their motives. And why should you? No, she would do anything to keep the
true secret. Do not want to lose the esteem of her husband. Never.
Chapter XX
The fate of Samantha was Andie is not in Oakdale Court, did the maid
settle down until we found out what was behind those gray eyes so
concerned. Ravensworth, in turn, found that she was still uncomfortable with the
- The second time I saw her, when my lord introduced us in front of the bookstore, you
was acting as the lady businessman. As I recall, it was a matter
related to the property of the Earl died. Of course, Adle never had the capacity to
manage their own business. - The veiled reference to Samantha management
money Ravensworth hit like lightning, but she was furious and nothing would stop.
- The experience of helping the less fortunate is very rewarding - continued
Samantha. - Please do not worry about my feelings on the subject, because
have none. In his absence, I'll be at my cousin's company, since
Vernon has an issue to address in the city.
- Really? In this case, I wish you a good day - said Ravensworth,
before descending the stairs and order a set send preparing his carriage.
The mood Samantha was the worst. She knew she had acted wrong, that was not
honest, but the fact Ravensworth be courting Adele took her balance.
Lifted her skirt and went up to his room. Shortly after, Samantha wore their best
clothing to ride. Ravensworth not approve of such an attitude, but he would not be there for
scold her. Perhaps not noticing it. She had promised to take Caldwell for a
tour the property. His greatest determination was to make it clear for a
certain gentleman who did not admit Samantha Langland be ignored in this way.
The Vernon ride to the port of Folkestone was with the recognition order. He
had used all his powers of persuasion to convince the American not to
venture abroad in such a critical moment. After much reluctance, Caldwell
found the most sensible thing to do. Preferred to keep secret the exact day of his
starting because not want Ravensworth, by obligation, to accompany him on part of
your trip.
When he returned later in the day, Vernon brought not very pleasant news. To
reach the stable, he saw his sister and his friend talking in the herbarium. Ravensworth by
luck was not around.
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We must leave immediately. The police chief is on the way. He wants to talk
with Ravensworth about an American who has escaped from prison.
Vernon gasped, struggling to catch his breath. For a moment, looked Caldwell
for the friend not knowing how to act.
- You said the police chief is coming here? - He asked so
noted the urgency of Vernon.
- I rode like a madman to get quickly. He must be half an hour ago
me. All foreigners need to show your documents. Therefore, you do not
can pose as Canadian.
Caldwell was silent, trying to assimilate the words.
- And the Heriot? When they expect me?
- They asked me to warn you that you should stay hidden until nightfall. Do Not
is it safe to travel in daylight.
- Where does it go? - Samantha asked, tense.
- It makes no difference. We will hide in the forest, if required! But
we quickly! - Vernon exclaimed, turning the horse.
- Hang On! I'd like a word with her sister. You prepare my horse,
please?
Despite the impatience, Vernon left them alone, but rather asked:
- Be brief. I do not want to meet the chief of police, let alone my brother.
Samantha Caldwell took her elbow and led her into the stable.
- I need to leave immediately. I do not want anyone to find out that the lady me
hid in his house. Could be accused of complicity.
- Do not worry - Samantha said, putting a hand on Caldwell arm
to reassure him. - I know a perfect hiding place. There is an abandoned cottage in here
property, behind the mill. It is used as a deposit by servants. You should
remember, as we passed in front this morning during our walk.
- Yes, I remember - said Caldwell, forcing her to move faster. Pay attention to what I tell you. Take all the evidence of our presence in Oakdale
House as soon as possible, you know? It must appear that we ran. Tell
who ask that Vernon and I knew a party in Henley and decided to go there.
The young fashion are unpredictable. No one will be surprised.
- And your stuff? What should I do with them? Caldwell shrugged.
- Vernon can return within a day or two to pick them up. Will I have to ask,
borrow or even steal clothes. But no problem. Meanwhile, hide or
destroy them.
They reached the stable yard at the instant Vernon appeared with two
horses.
- Do not be so preocupada- Caldwell said before mounting. - Tomorrow at this time
I'll be safe at sea.
Samantha looked at the animated faces of the two and had the strange feeling
they were about to hurt her.
- Wait! - She cried, seeing them get away. - I will go to the cottage for the evening
take a bit of food and a change of clothes for you.
Caldwell was reluctant, but Samantha had turned to address the
home.
- Be careful - he said following in shot behind Vernon.
Samantha had just put things in a briefcase when Vernon
heard voices downstairs. After making sure that everything was in order, she took the
luggage to your room and put it next to the Caldwell, under your bed.
Barely had time to fix the quilt because there was a knock at the door.
- Milady - called the maid - the chief of police is downstairs and I would like to
speak briefly.
Samantha felt her heart race.
- Tell him go down in a minute - she replied. Needed to calm down
before facing the police chief, Besides protecting Caldwell, Samantha was
protecting her husband. His loyalty to the Crown could never be questioned. The Marquis
would be ruined if the authorities found out that housed an enemy of the state in its
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own home. And there would be no way to prove his innocence. Samantha shivered. Wherein
trouble had got! But would do anything to get out of trouble.
Half an hour later, she saw the police chief was away from home. Samantha never
thought it would be so easy. I hope to be a great liar, and with so little practice. The
chief accepted the sudden departure of the two as a natural event, as Caldwell
had expected, and seemed uncomfortable at having to ask a woman like her. Soon
upon arriving, he made it clear that their presence in Oakdale Place was just a
matter of formality. The fact that the police chief had accepted his words
as the true left for quieter conversation that would have to Ravensworth.
The Marquis appeared late at night, and Samantha had already collected in their
quarters. His conversation with her husband happen until the following day when
Caldwell would already be far away. Furthermore, the absence of Ravensworth was quite
providential for her organize everything. Once Caldwell left, Samantha was the woman
more honest world, she promised herself, but that night would need all his
courage to help the poor fugitive.
Chapter XXI
The night was glorious. The moon bathed all the mountains, all the trees and
stones with its luminous halo, and the stars shone like diamonds in the black dome
the sky. The sounds were numerous. Samantha turned her head to listen to them, and the warm
breeze
stroked his cheeks like an invisible lover.
It was an enchanted night, a night for the fairies dance in your circles
magic, to the nymphs emerge from the depths of the waters and charm mortals. It Was
one night for romance.
- Come on, Bessie - she said, stroking the mane mare. - Do not be afraid of
creatures of the night. They are nothing but superstitions. Now, Ravensworth's another story!
He is a creature of flesh and blood and greatly feared.
Twenty minutes later, Samantha stopped in front of the cottage and dismounted. It seemed
abandoned.
- John? Vernon?
The door opened and a light appeared wire. It was Caldwell.
- Where is Vernon? - She asked immediately.
- It was in front of my friends to prepare for my arrival. I do not want
that find me. Nor do I want the lady to stay here more than
necessary. If someone finds us together ... - He left the voice quiver, and Samantha
shivered on the implication of those words.
- No one will find us. I took great care to come here - said
her with a confidence he did not feel. - Here, you must be hungry. I brought a
some food.
The window was covered with an old blanket to hide the dim light of
Lantern. Caldwell sat at the small table and pointed to a chair Samantha do
the same. She put her backpack on the table. A bottle of wine, a few slices of
ham, some chicken, fresh bread and a generous slice of apple pie.
- I did not bring dish nor cutlery.
- Do not worry about it - Caldwell replied, pulling the cork from the bottle
wine already open. - I do not care for picnicking.
Samantha watched him eating with gusto until all the food disappear. When
talked was about amenities. The night had lost its magic. It all seemed so
consequences?
- I would like to clarify ... - interfered Caldwell.
- Later - Ravensworth said. - Go home. Later we'll talk.
Caldwell started to say something, but Ravensworth not listen.
- My good man, I do not want to know you here. We will have time
enough to settle our accounts. Is that clear?
- You do not understand ...
- Get out of here! - Shouted the Marquis. - I want to be alone with my wife.
Is it so hard to understand?
Caldwell hesitated, but to see the appeal in Samantha's eyes, withdrew from the chalet.
Shortly after, they both heard the horse away. Ravensworth approached her and
grabbed her.
- Bitch! Witch!
- And lie! And you know very well - Samantha screamed in disgust. Not admit to being
treated that way.
When looking into the eyes of Ravensworth, she saw something that terrified her.
- Oh no, Hugh! Please ... - Samantha asked, shaking his head sideways.
- I do not want ...
He gave no indication that he had heard the request and, as a man acting under
a strange compulsion, Ravensworth started taking hair clips it. A
wave of golden curls flowed by Samantha back.
- Please Hugh, I want to go home.
- Are you refusing her own husband, Samantha? Will invent another
excuse to avoid the inevitable?
- I'm not afraid of you, Hugh Montgomery - she said, looking him straight
in the eye. There was a smile on the lips Marquis. - Hugh, I can explain everything.
You will not like to know the truth, but it is not as bad as it sounds.
- I do not doubt.
- Please Hugh!
- After. After you tell me your version of events.
- After what? - She asked, trying to get away. - Do you think I
permit ...
Before finishing the sentence, Samantha realized he had made a big mistake. Fury
appeared in his eyes before the rejection. She took the opportunity to run.
Ravensworth caught in a snap and took her in his arms.
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- Hugh, I'm afraid - Samantha whispered, swallowing a sob. The
Marquis opened her arms, and she handed the man she loved.
- Calm down, my dear. You know I would never do anything that could machucthere.
Samantha cried in her husband's arms. For a moment, she lost control and
remembered the day of the storm, when Ravensworth had welcomed so warmly.
Closing his eyes, took a deep breath and is caught by that man whom
loved. Ravensworth possessed with unrestrained passion, refusing to release her when
Samantha bit her shoulder in pain signal. But the pain soon passed, giving way to
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note of desperation in his voice. - However, at that time, knowing what was your position
before the United States and the war, it seemed the only solution. How could abandon
Caldwell? You even told me once that the end justifies the means. Under such
circumstances, I found myself obliged to leave my side of scruples. The look of
contempt of Ravensworth the left changes.
- And your conscience, Samantha? - He asked with debauchery. - You did not have the
slightest qualms in telling a lot of lies to her husband?
- No, nothing like that! - She said, flooded with guilt. - What could I
do? It was an emergency.
- You could have told me the truth, to begin with. Am I not
worthy of your trust? I blindly trusted you, and see how I was rewarded! I
should have known that something like that would happen. - The Marquis clenched his fist and
hit a punch in his other hand. - Damn! How was such a fool as to believe in
all your lies? I was willing to turn a blind eye to their
bold behavior. He hoped that, with time, you became my companion,
I could calm your impulses, you would one day be my duchess. Oh,
as cheated! I should have married a woman of my level, as always
intended, a refined woman who knows how to behave in front of any circumstances.
But, above all, a woman who was loyal to her husband first. Oh, how
I was naive to marry for love!
He turned away, as if Samantha view the enojasse. She remained silent,
sitting, letting the truth of those words to come into your mind.
- What can I say? - Samantha muttered shortly after. - My conduct was
unacceptable, but Hugh, you can not find a way to forgive me, to try
understand
The dilemma I faced? It can at least try to give me a break?
Ravensworth not forgive her. He had put his wife on a pedestal. And
Samantha came down there without your help, destroying thus all his illusions.
- Grant a truce? When you granted me a truce? - Asked the
Marquis nervously around her. - I thought I was almost getting his love and
respect. You made me feel worse than a worm. I was a big idiot playing the part
the wise and beneficent owner of the property because you believed that was perfect for me.
It's too much! - Ravensworth gave a nervous laugh.
Samantha dug her nails into his palm in order to control her panic.
She knew she was losing her husband, and it was what he deserved.
- Hugh, I'm sorry - it was all she could say.
- I thought you were different from other women, it was worth winning
his love. And you made me stupid.
- Hugh - Samantha whimpered, not knowing what else to say to her husband
forgive. - Say no more. You are out of control. When his anger decrease a
little, we'll talk more about it. Now, your pride is getting louder.
Without another word, Ravensworth turned and walked to the door.
That was not happening in her life, she thought, getting up in the same
hour. It was a nightmare which will soon awaken.
- Where you go?
special, Samantha mood began to improve. Nothing seemed so sad when he was
the able counsel of material to guide her. Harriet's wedding news was a great
joy amidst all the sadness that enveloped her since the morning that Ravensworth
left.
- I wish you all the happiness of world.- A tear rolled down her pale face
Samantha.
- Tell me what happened - Harriet asked, concerned with compulsive crying
the press. After a few questions and amidst bitter sobs, Harriet was the
pair of the whole story.
- I see no reason for such concern - she said as Samantha ended
talking. - It's just a fight for love.
Samantha was impressed by the logic of the press.
- Not so, not Harriet. I ruined everything. Do not you realize? He fell in love
by my innocence by my virtue, and I destroy that love.
- Do not be overstated! If you were a little more mature, would not be passing
By this predicament. - She set the glass on the table and opened the bag. After a
moment, took a small snuff box with a diamond encrusted.
- I could not be more perfect - said Samantha with a dash of joy.
- It was Avery wedding gift. Accepts a little? The pleasure of Samantha
gave way will unbelief.
- It means that Avery does not preclude you snuff?
- Of course not! I did not marry a Puritan. It is a mind man
open and likes his wife to stand out amid the society. - Harriet's chest
swelled with pride. - Do not tell me you stop?
Samantha took some of the aromatic powder and took it to his nose.
-. But not Ravensworth not allow me to smell snuff. Harriet looked at her
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amazement.
- How does not allow? I do not believe what I'm hearing! Samantha intimidated by
husband? No, definitely not possible.
- I do not let anyone intimidate me, Harriet. - Samantha straightened to
notice the voice of press censorship. And know that Ravensworth is a very good man, better than you can
imagine. I admit that his behavior is a little burst, but this time,
exempting it from any injustice. The fault is all mine.
Thoughtful, Harriet looked at her cousin.
- If you had it to do over again, would reveal the truth about Caldwell and
would allow the authorities to capture?
- Do Not! Of course not! Harriet insisted.
- So where did you go wrong?
- Yours Truly? I do not know.
- Samantha, pay attention. You got into a lot of trouble, and only now
Lord Ravensworth allowed to stay with the last word. Right or wrong, you always
sided with him. And Ravensworth admired her for that! Now, look at you! It Seems
a dog left with their tails between their legs. You no longer have that glow of
he walked toward her. Behind the woman smiled, o'marqus spotted a young
blonde with her hair in a bun at the nape.
- This is Angle, its fun for the night - said Rainier madame in a tone
confidential, pushing the girl into the arms of Ravensworth.
The Marquis choked on the wine. She was the image of Samantha! The Marquis gave
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an angry cry and threw in the fireplace grill the empty bottle, which shattered. There was a
silence in the hall and then everything turned into a living hell. Ravensworth
accused of inciting Rainier Madame innocent girls to Deliver * in their bodies to
men, forgetting that one day had been frequent visitor of the place. The young
like Samantha, one of the customer favorite, stood, stunned, listening
the reprimand of the Marquis.
At first, Ravensworth was mistaken for a Methodist minister whose main
intention was to reform a world that had no intention of being renovated. Access
of Ravensworth was so shocking that Rainier Madame did not hesitate to call his minions
to help her get rid of that subject as inappropriate.
Ravensworth was discharged from the establishment and tried to walk home. In
his stupor and drunkenness, he did not remember much. Denby helped him lie
in bed without making a single comment about the brands which disfigured the beautiful
face of his boss. This was the behavior of a servant who had followed him over
ten.
Almost fifteen days passed before the Marquis recover from the beating he had
taken after leaving the Rainier Madame house. During this period, he has not left
home and also not received any visitor. For some inexplicable reason, did not want
no comment about the terrible incident came to the attention of his
virtuous wife. When, therefore, Denby recommended you spend a few days in
field, Ravensworth flatly refused because he had no intention of
go home as an abandoned dog.
The forced downtime gave him time to reflect and analyze their
situation. He was not sure how to act. He had to admit that his life without Samantha not
was funny, did not want to go back to its former existence. In fact, not Ravensworth
was managing to live without his beloved wife. But for the world he would give the
arm twisting. Samantha Langland needed to pay for his betrayal. He let her suffering
for a period, then again when she was willing and ready to accept their
conditions.
Nice view of the return to Kent greatly improved the mood of the Marquis, and
he even sent a note to Samantha, informing her that would come later in the week
to address some issues related to property. The ticket was taken by his
particular messenger. When he returned the next day, Ravensworth was disappointed
that she had not sent you a simple greeting. However, to involve the youth in a
casual conversation, Ravensworth found that the lady was too busy preparing
a big party. The Marquis was stunned, but had the presence of mind to hide the
created the fact of not knowing anything about the celebration.
That same night, as he rode thinking of the news that you created
brought, Ravensworth was surprised by an old school friend, who thanked him
so much for the invitation to the prom in Oakdale House and informing him that arrive
on Thursday. Ravensworth replied with composure, but as soon as he was alone
again, returned to Albany House and called Denby.
Denby known through the created lord Grafton that they would leave the
dawn to Oakdale House, for the celebration of dance Viscount Wedding
and Avery Viscountess. He had taken the freedom to pack the boss, waiting
only allowed to leave. Ravensworth gave his word.
When the Ravensworth carriage came to Oakdale House, he found the street
main and the stable full of carriages and animals, like an inn
public. Coachmen and servants came and went carrying suitcases. Ravensworth never seen
anything
like, at least not in Oakdale Court. Will Samantha knew what it would cost
all that joke?
Shortly after, Ravensworth entered the main hall of his house where long
buffet tables had been installed, full of all kinds of treats capable of
tempt the appetite of anyone. He studied the faces in the gallery upstairs and saw
Harriet and Avery, who just nodded, giving no indication that would deviate from
group to greet him. The host, no sign.
To ask the maitre the lady of the house, Ravensworth was informed that she
had left to show the garden to a group of guests. The Marquis lost no time
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to go there. Thinking about the wife of the image, he opened a beautiful smile. Oh, how felt
longing ...
- What part of the colonies you come, my good man? - He asked before
withdraw.
The maitre the examined from head to toe.
- From Canada, sir - he said before turning to meet the request for
a guest.
No, she could not be doing this another time! Ravensworth arrived at the sanctuary
Samantha few moments later.
She walked through the rows of herbs explaining the medicinal, culinary and meaning
Cosmetic all. Fascinated, Ravensworth observed the ladies of high society
impressed by the passionate speech Samantha.
- My God, she looks just like my father - he murmured.
- What kind of legacy will be passed to my heirs?
- The memory of his father calmed his temper, but soon the memory of maitre the
brought back to reality.
Their eyes met and Samantha took only a few moments
to approach the husband.
- Ravensworth, you came? - She asked, offering his arm. - If you are going
claim because of your room, I'm sorry, but know that I could do nothing.
- What happened in my room? - Asked the Marquis, increasingly
suspicious.
- Oh, you have not come up? I hope you do not mind, but I settled
Freddie Fielding and a friend in your room. I would not come because he knew he was
Samantha sighed when he noticed the hurt look on her husband's face.
- Ravensworth, trust me on that subject. I promise never to take
no action without first consulting him about my intentions. You should know
that my greatest desire is to protect you from unpleasant situations.
The tone constricted Samantha softened the lines around the mouth of the Marquis.
- Samantha, please! Who needs protection is you. You think I have not
no scruples, I would betray their trust in any circumstance? What kind of
man you think I am? Know that I will never tolerate secrets between us.
- Never? Okay, my husband - she said, pleased with fair words
of Ravensworth. - For now a truce is enough? Later the talk
respect, because do not want to let our guests without attention. We have an obligation to
receive them very well. I need to go home, if you'll excuse me.
He started to say something, but thought better of it and said nothing.
- Samantha! You keep the same incorrigible! What will I do with you? Do Not
think escape the authority of her husband! I'll have a full report more
later, you bet. You're right. It is not the place nor the time to discuss this
subject. Give me your arm and let me accompany her to our house.
- With pleasure - she said, controlling the laughter. - But you care for
enter through the kitchen?
Ravensworth frowned curiously.
- A model and a scarecrow - she joked. - The sublime and the ridiculous.
- You will get along very well with my father - said the Marquis.
- Really? Can I ask you a question?
- Of Course.
- The scarf around his neck. I do not recognize this node. Looks new and very
complicated. You must have taken too long to get it.
Ravensworth laughed.
- It is true. It is a node a la Samantha.
There was a moment of silence until it assimilates the words.
- You know, Ravensworth, when you are good, really good, but when you want to be
bad, you are terrible!
Chapter XXIV
Later that day, when Samantha left the room he shared with two young
single, was fully aware of the elegance of his new French dress. And knew her
husband would be thrilled. One look at Ravensworth direction confirmed their
suspicions. He looked dumbfounded.
She moved gracefully toward the front steps of the house, where the
Marquis talked to his guests of honor. Harriet watched the frozen smile
of Ravensworth and turned to see what had caught his attention. When he saw the press, she
opened a beautiful smile in approval. Avery looked at his friend, who had no eyes
for anyone else except for his beautiful wife.
Samantha, resplendent in a silver dress that no Quaker lady
never use, noted the three looking toward him and lowered his eyes. On seeing your
neckline, however, she looked away. Maybe he had gone too far, he thought, noting the
husband of expression.
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Samantha left the model of choice for use at the ball in the hands of Fifi, your
new personal maid. Fifi was like Denby. Samantha instructions were accurate.
"Wear me how to dress the consort of the Marquis of Ravensworth, but keep in
mind that I am a virtuous woman who value simplicity above all else. "
The results were very gratifying. Fifi suggested only a couple of pearls and
combining two combs to hold hair. Samantha insisted on using coke because
was the will of her husband. For completeness, a pair of gloves.
Samantha looked at his guests in the lounge and rejoice in the kaleidoscope
colors. Compared to other ladies, she was the most demure.
- Where's the rest of your dress? - Ravensworth asked, approaching the
wife and looking at the neckline somewhat exaggerated.
- Will we ever hear a compliment yours? When that day comes, I'll know that
I look like a nun! Like my hair?
- You are different. Where are the clips?
- Stop it, Ravensworth - interfered Harriet, joining them with her husband.
- You look stunning, press! Loved it!
The four down the steps before the prying eyes of the guests.
- It's the last time you dress well - informed the Marquis. - I do not want
all men stay with eyes all over you. Look at Grafton. It looks like a
silly. But I can not blame him. In his place, I would do the same.
- Do not overdo it. I'm the most discreet of that group.
- Do not play with me, Samantha. As if unsure! You look like
one ... - Ravensworth paused to find the right words.
- With a woman's life showing their skills in a debauchery of home? she finished with a controversial twinkle in his eye.
- Samantha, where you heard those words? - He asked, pale. - It was
Grafton?
- I have my sources - she replied evasively.
- I can explain everything. It is not what it seems.
- Do not worry, my dear - said Samantha, controlling the urge to laugh. You warned me about what would happen if you were to the city.
- But I did nothing, Samantha! I'm innocent! The marquise shrugged.
- It's what you say.
Ravensworth would have continued, but the orchestra played the first notes and he was
forced to change partner with Avery. As she danced with Harriet as guest of
honor, the Marquis did not look up from his wife, he moved without the slightest sign of
concern.
It was a great ball, the biggest gala event in the region. The whole neighborhood was
invited, bringing the number of two hundred guests. The dinner was prepared by
a chef that Samantha had imported from France for the occasion. She organized
a beautiful party for the press, admitted Ravensworth
Later, exhausted from dancing, Samantha took a glass of champagne and
followed to the library, but not before looking at her husband, who was trying to escape the
Adle of attention.
She sat up in his chair and took off his shoes. Rest in peace for some