Название: The Other Bride
Автор: Lisa Bingham
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Историческая литература
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Heavens, what a man!
Before she could gather her scattered wits, his gaze raked over her with insolent thoroughness.
“You’re very lovely, but I don’t recall asking for your business.”
Phoebe gasped at the man’s effrontery. Her hands balled into fists, but she strove to control her temper.
So this was the great Gabriel Cutter. The same man who had decided to deny the mail-order brides their rightful passage on his train.
Her anger seethed anew.
“It is I who has business with you, Mr. Cutter.”
He didn’t seem impressed by her statement. Instead, he began circling her, scrutinizing every inch of her frame in a way that reminded her of a hungry lion she’d once seen being fed at the London Zoo.
The Other Bride
Harlequin Historical #658
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Contents
Prologue
Devon, England
April, 1870
“Louisa! Louisa, where are you?”
The call was distant, urgent, riding on the back of a gusting wind that threatened to obscure the query altogether.
From her hiding place beneath the willows at the edge of the graveyard, Louisa Haversham debated whether or not to respond. The storm would be here any moment. If she waited long enough, the rain would come and the student who had been sent to find her would balk at entering the cemetery, and return to school. Then she would be alone once again.
“Louisa! Mr. Goodfellow and Mrs. Pritchard are looking for you!”
Louisa grimaced. She didn’t really care if her absence angered Mr. Goodfellow, the owner of the school, or Mrs. Pritchard, the headmistress. They might scold or keep her СКАЧАТЬ