![]() Since she had spent her entire life in Limpley Stoke, where everyone knew her to be unmarriageable, it was a new experience. The point was that she had met a truly attractive man who didn’t know about her disability-and he contemplated wooing her. To be a girl like any other girl, free to marry and have children without making her life the payment.īut she was skilled at pushing away thoughts of that nature, and she did so now. Otherwise, why the compliments? Why dally at her table? Why talk of her hair, and her symmetry, and hold her hand? Why look at her with that slow and easy grin, as if he was thinking-įor a moment she felt the pulsing wash of despair that used to attack her when she was younger, a numbing longing to be normal. Darby had his eye on Lucy Aiken.īut Henrietta herself couldn’t stop smiling over the fact that Darby had actually considered her as a potential wife. Henrietta had patted her on the arm and told her, in the strictest confidence, that she rather fancied Mr. ![]() ![]() Because he is.” Which was a slightly oblique way of reminding Henrietta that Darby didn’t know about her inability to have children or he wouldn’t waste his time wooing her. Darby talking to you about, Lady Henrietta? I should not like you to have your expectations raised by a London fortune hunter. ![]() ![]() Pidcock herself had bustled over to her last night and asked in a piercing whisper, “What was Mr. ![]()
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