A Dark And Brooding Gentleman (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
A letter that comprised only three words: We are waiting. And whatever she might have been hoping, that the postponed trip to London might have in some way meant that the nightmare had vanished, those three words told her that she was wrong. Whether she went to London or not, whether she was here at Blackloch, or in Mrs Hunter’s house in Charlotte Street, the Messenger would find a way to reach her … and, more importantly, her papa. She did not have the ring. Indeed, she was no closer to finding it now than she had been the first day she had arrived at Blackloch. Hunter had it, guarded most carefully as he had said. Maybe not even in Blackloch. Maybe in a bank or safety deposit box. Wherever it was, Phoebe had almost given up hope of finding it. And when she thought of what that meant she wanted to weep. The clock had just chimed five when she heard Mrs Hunter’s bedchamber door open and the lady’s slippered steps across the passageway. Phoebe screwed the letter to a ball and threw it onto the fire, watching the flames consume the paper and burn it to a cinder.
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