Her eyes had widened at his proposal, then the words had poured out of her. She would have launched herself from the step toward him, and he was ready for her. He’d waited eagerly for her letters but he wanted, no, needed her presence, in his arms, in his bed, and in his life. For two weeks he’d been pacing the floor of his room wondering what she was doing, how she was being treated, whether she was happy. He hated that other men could call on her, and, finally, he’d realized that if he wanted Tarleton to take him seriously, then he must step forward. It had been no trick at all to collect the colonel’s gaming debts. His debtors were happy to release them. They had doubted if Tarleton would ever pay. Some believed that, even if he did find a wealthy lord for his daughter, those gentlemen wouldn’t be as generous as Tarleton expected them to be. After all, Stowe and the others were not fools. Why should they pay another man’s debts?
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