Jostled off the path into the grass, John paused in the overgrown churchyard to put up his umbrella and shake off the smiling young woman. “You will begin the journey back to Bolingbroke House tomorrow and unless you run away to marry some fool, stay there. Do whatever you wish to my house, just leave me in peace.” His heart tapped a desperate tattoo against his chest as large cornflower eyes lost their smile. “But there’s no one to talk to.” “Talk to the servants.” “They never have time.” “Talk to the villagers.” “They treat me like I have the plague except the local lads who whistle at me as if I was some sort of filly and ask me all sorts of strange questions that make no sense. Why would I want to roll in the hay?” John sucked in cold air through warm teeth and exhaled the desire to shoot his neighbours and servants. “I’ll write you a letter of introduction and explain that you’re my ward not my…”
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