He almost jumped and being now convinced that this seeming gaucherie was deliberate began to feel as much interested as he was ruffled. ‘Oh, no! I am very sure you did not,’ she said. ‘I imagine I need not tell you that I did no such thing!’ He glanced quickly down at her, but decided, after an instant, that this remark sprang from inanity. ‘Well, he told us that you showed him the way with the Heythrop.’ He said in the voice of one trying to set a bashful schoolgirl at her ease: ‘Your father tells me, Miss Marlow, that you are a notable horsewoman.’ He was much inclined to pick up the newspaper again, and was only deterred from doing so by the reflection that disgust at her want of conduct was no excuse for lowering his own standard of good manners. Miss Marlow sat gazing abstractedly at a Buhl cabinet and his grace of Salford, unaccustomed to such treatment, eyed her in gathering resentment. Harlequin Books, 2004 (original copyright 1957)Ībridged audio version read by Richard Armitage
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