Anatole jumped into the carriage, which had been waiting around the corner from the opera house. Tearing off his workman’s disguise as they bounced along Floral Street, he donned the waistcoat and top hat of an English fop. He’d disappear into the bowels of London’s East Side, among the gambling ...
Brompton stood ready at the door. “How is he?” “The doctor is with him in the library. We were afraid to move him…” The unflappable Brompton cleared his throat to hide the break in his voice. “Until he could be examined.” Her stomach pitched and rolled as if she would be sick. She ran to the libr...
Aunt Euphemia never divulged her age, but Gwyneth knew she had passed sixty. Following another demanding late night, her aunt didn’t look the least bit tired even though it was nearly dawn. “Well, spit it out. I can tell you’re in a taking.” “I’m not. Well, maybe a little… Aunt Euphemia, how do I...
“I can’t believe you’re nervous. Everyone loves you and so will my aunt.” He squeezed her hand. “I’m not nervous. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea about us.” Grayce held a bouquet of sunflowers, the last of the season, flowers that magically turned toward the sun each day. “You have nothing...
He couldn’t tell who was shaking more. Her slight body was trembling and cold against him. His heart punched against his chest as if in danger of breaking through. Despite many treacherous missions, he had never endured danger with a precious loved one. He struggled to gain control of his quaking...