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By Allison Lane

A bold younger lord, seeing a tender lady floundering in an icy river, instantly dives to her rescue. yet in saving her lifestyles, he nearly loses his personal! while he involves, he unearths himself on my own with the mysterious girl in a small nation cottage. And although he had effectively refrained from the marriage-minded maidens of the "ton" for years, he felt honor-bound to suggest to his appealing benefactor. in spite of everything, that they had spent the evening on my own, and the scandal will be insufferable. however the lady vehemently refuses, and disappears. however the younger lord unearths himself no longer so prepared to allow move of her, and the chase is on.

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But he burned with fever from prolonged exposure. The carriage must have been here since early afternoon. They loaded him onto the wagon. There was no sign of Symington, who must be trapped inside. Branches had cloven the carriage roof. Others blocked any approach to the crested door. "My lord? ” he shouted. "He survived the impact,” a groom called from the other side. " "Get this branch out of the way,” ordered Fosdale when he reached the window. Two groundskeepers with axes soon severed the limb.

Washing would be confined to the basin, for Mr. Randolph would not merit use of a hip bath. At least he had shaved himself often enough that he could do so without slitting his throat. But he had no idea how to clean his clothing, and until his shoulder loosened up, he must sleep in his shirt. Perhaps he should end this charade right now. Yet he was not ready to don his own persona just yet, he admitted as he made his chilly way down the drive. He hadn't dared ask for a cloak. Cold air seeped through his jacket, tightening his shoulder.

Symington's coachman, he corrected himself mentally. He must think of Symington and all his affairs as remote. So far, it had been easy, but that was unlikely to continue. On the other hand, he rarely thought of himself as Symington, so distancing himself from that name should not be too difficult. **** By the time Elizabeth reached her room, tears were shimmering in her eyes. She furiously blinked them away, splashing water on her face to shock it into behaving. She never cried. Damn Fosdale for all eternity!

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