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He found himself standing in the women's half of the shop, a frilly, feminine place of ever there was one, and shuddered. "Anything more, and I'm likely to perish of claustrophobia." "A big, strong man like you?" Eloise said in a mild voice. "Nonsense." And then she looked up at him and motioned to him with her chin to come close. "Yes?" he asked, wondering what this was all about. "Amanda," she whispered, nodding to

"What do you mean she's not here?" Philip demanded. "She's not here sir. She went to her brother's house." Phillip's stomach clenched. "Which brother?" "I believe the one who lives close by." "You believe?" "I'm rather certain," Gunning corrected. "Did she say when she planned to return?" "No, sir." Philip swore viciously under his breath. Surely Eloise hadn't left him. She wasn't the sort to bail out on a sinking sh

All about the marriage proposals she'd received, and the ones Penelope hadn't, and the plans they'd jokingly made to grow old and spinsterish together. And she told him how guilty she'd felt when Penelope and Colin had married, and she couldn't stop thinking about herself and how alone she was. She told him all that and more. She told him what was in her mind and what was in her heart, and she told him things she'd n

"Amanda!" Eloise yelled. Amanda pretended not to hear. Oh, blast, now she was going to have to wade out there to put an end to it herself, and she was going to be completely soaked in the process. "Amanda, stop that this moment!" she called out, making one last attempt to save her dress and her dignity. Amanda did, and Oliver came up gasping, "Amanda Crane, I'm going to-" "No you're not," Eloise said sternly. "Neithe

"How very frustrating." "I've had some success," he admitted, "just not as much as I'd like." "I tried to grow roses one year," she told him. "They all died." "Roses are more difficult than most people think," he said. Her lips twisted slightly. "I noticed you have them in abundance." "I have a gardener ." "A botanist with a gardener?" He'd heard that question before, many times. "It's no different than a dressmaker

And then he made haste out the door, making his way to his greenhouse, where he could be alone with his nonspeaking, nonmisbehaving, nonmeddlesome plants.
...you will see why I could not accept his suit. He was too churlish by half and positively possessed of a foul temper. I should like to marry someone gracious and considerate, who treats me like a queen. Or at the very least, a princess. Surely that is not too muc

He needed just the right one for-He looked up and out the freshly washed grass. A movement across the field caught his eye. A flash of red. Red. Phillip smiled to himself as he shook his head. It must be Marina. Red was her favorite color, something that he'd always found odd. Anyone who spent any time with her would have surely thought she'd prefer something darker, more somber. He watched as she disappeared into th