Название: The Heart Of Christmas: A Handful Of Gold / The Season for Suitors / This Wicked Gift
Автор: Nicola Cornick
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9781408924082
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Bertie made soothing noises and raised his eyebrows at Julian. “I was never more relieved in my life,” he said. “But I am quite thankful I was not there, Deb. We had better get you to bed. You are not needed any longer?”
“Blanche told me I could go to bed,” Debbie said. “She will finish off all that needs doing. No midwife could have done better. She talked quietly the whole time to calm my jitters and Mrs. Simpkins’s. Mrs. Moffatt didn’t have the jitters. She just kept saying she was sorry to keep us up, the daft woman. I have never felt so—so honored, Bertie, love. Me, Debbie Markle, just a simple, honest whore to be allowed to see that.”
“Come on, Deb.” Bertie tucked her into the crook of his arm and bore her off to bed.
Julian followed them up a few minutes later. He had no idea what time it was. Some unholy hour of the morning, he supposed. He did not carry a candle up with him and no one had lit the branch in his room. Someone from belowstairs had been kept working late, though. There was a freshly made-up fire burning in the hearth. He went to stand at the window and looked out.
The snow had stopped falling, he saw, and the sky had cleared off. He looked upward and saw in that single glance that he had been wrong. It was not an unholy hour of the morning at all.
He was still standing there several minutes later when the door of the bedchamber opened. He turned his head to look over his shoulder.
She looked as Debbie had looked but worse. She was bedraggled, weary and beautiful.
“You should not have waited up,” she said.
“Come.” He beckoned to her.
She came and slumped tiredly against him when he wrapped an arm about her. She sighed deeply.
“Look.” He pointed.
She did not say anything for a long while. Neither did he. Words were unnecessary. The Christmas star beamed down at them, symbol of hope, a sign for all who sought wisdom and the meaning of their lives. He was not sure what either of them had learned about Christmas this year, but there was something. It was beyond words at the moment and even beyond coherent thought. But something had been learned. Something had been gained.
“It is Christmas,” she said softly at last. Her words held a wealth of meaning beyond themselves.
“Yes,” he said, turning his face and kissing the untidy titian hair on top of her head. “Yes, it is Christmas. Did they have their daughter?”
“Oh yes,” she said. “I have never seen two people so happy, my lord. On Christmas morning. Could there be a more precious gift?”
“I doubt it,” he said, closing his eyes briefly.
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