In The Arms Of The Heiress (A LADIES UNLACED NOVEL) - Plot & Excerpts
It was in a tower—Rosemont had six of them, all ringed with menacing gargoyles—and Charles was relieved and a little out of breath when he finally reached the top step. No wonder Grace was ill, if she had to make the climb several times a day. He knocked on a cruciform door and was admitted by a stringy middle-aged woman in a maid’s uniform. Grace was seated on a wing chair in the sunny parlor, her feet up on a tufted cushion. She wore a ruffled peach peignoir and matching slippers, but her face was carefully made up and her hair coiled in a neat chignon—she had not recently risen from her bed. She was a very pretty woman for her age—for any age, really—but had none of the sparky liveliness of her niece. “That will be all, Perkins. Tell Miss Spruce to bring up the correspondence in an hour, and when dear Dr. Fentress arrives have him sent right up. Do sit down, Mr. Norwich. Or did we decide on Max?” “We are family.”
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