he said, spreading his hands in front of him in supplication. “I beg your pardon,” said Georgeanne, thrusting her chin up. “It is ‘Miss Forsythe’, my lord.” As she turned and fled the room, Raynor knew there was scant hope that the lady would cooperate with his hoped for seduction. Going over to the sideboard, he reached for the bottle of brandy. ~~~~~ In her room, Georgeanne threw herself across the bed, buried her face in one fluffy pillow, and let the tears flow. After several minutes, she sat up and clutched the damp pillow to her breast. When loud, irritating hiccups developed, she crammed the edge of the pillow between her teeth to muffle them. Thus she remained, as she morosely reviewed the argument, all of Raynor’s accusations, his unfair attack on her character and motives. With a sinking heart, she lamented her quick tongue. She expected a knock on her door from the housekeeper, Mrs.
