Amanda Kelly
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In a romance, it would have been a perfect match. She would be fiery and wild, and he would have been swept off his feet by her untamed nature. He would have been proud and masterful, and she would have made him gentle by her adoration. However, this was not the story and the marriage was the best that could be made out of a disaster. She was rather mild by nature, and he was known as a spendthrift and a rake, who cared little for women. Without the...
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For herself, Helena had no great ambitions to be married off like a chattel, or as a payment against the clawing advances of her father's creditors. She had long ago given up the idea that she might marry for love, and at 27 had all but abandoned any idea of being a wife at all. It was only the sudden inheritance of her father to the estates, which had given him the idea of luring in a wealthy son-in-law. Now she was to be taken to London, to be paraded...
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Despite being happy that she had seen off the hunter, and sent him back to Sir Peter's fields, she couldn't help but think about him again as she walked further away from the forest. There had been something interesting in his smile, and the quick way that he laughed when he was amused. She had not been treated to a conversation like that for some time, and she thought that perhaps she had been wrong in driving him away. He may have been an interesting...
4) Ambitions
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Elizabeth shivered, uncertain what to do next. She knew that the Wycherleys prided themselves upon eccentricity, and that Daniel would be another in their mould, but she had not expected quite so much. She wanted a Duke to be a Duke, not a labourer or a village Artisan. Daniel had certainly been brought up to be the Duke, unlike his grandfather, but clearly it had not had much impact upon him. Wondering what on earth her future would be like with...
5) Jilted
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At the dinner table, it became clear why the Duke had returned suddenly to his estates. It was the Dowager who first pointed out the large space above the fireplace, and the Duke shivered and looked away from the blank space on the wall. "Miss Loveridge should be there." The Dowager explained to Charlotte. "Where is she, Miles? Don't tell me you are reframing her again." "Her picture is gone. She is gone." He said, and for a moment the two women looked...