GreyZone
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It took everything within Margaret's body to keep from reaching back to check the wound on his head from that wicked woman's cane. "If I could be frank," she began, even though her voice quivered just a touch, "and quite unladylike, I am painfully in love with your brother, Madame, and will not take kindly to spending the rest of my life as a spinster so he may wed a woman he does not know due to her last name and her coin purse." She had to whisper the last bit, dreading the two women's response.
Diana arched one eyebrow at the impudent little redhead. She almost looked like a child, perched their on the couch while her eyes flitted uncomfortably back and forth between the women and Mr. Edwards. "Oh, miss, surely you would be able to find some other man."
She knew Margaret's type perfectly well--uneducated and loose girls who clung to men who could buy them pretty dresses and hats and little trinkets. She simply did not understand at all, especially if she was foolish enough to believe she was in love. Women didn't love the men they married. It was possible that a fondness could come, in time, but this girl was a fool.
Diana arched one eyebrow at the impudent little redhead. She almost looked like a child, perched their on the couch while her eyes flitted uncomfortably back and forth between the women and Mr. Edwards. "Oh, miss, surely you would be able to find some other man."
She knew Margaret's type perfectly well--uneducated and loose girls who clung to men who could buy them pretty dresses and hats and little trinkets. She simply did not understand at all, especially if she was foolish enough to believe she was in love. Women didn't love the men they married. It was possible that a fondness could come, in time, but this girl was a fool.