A Man Most Worthy. Ruth Axtell Morren
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Название: A Man Most Worthy
Автор: Ruth Axtell Morren
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Историческая литература
Серия: Mills & Boon Historical
isbn: 9781408937976
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Alice could scarcely believe her eyes. It was Nicholas Tennent.
Was her memory playing tricks on her? Surely the distinguished gentleman looking at her was not the same man she’d given her heart to so long ago.
Nicholas Tennent. The name evoked pain and longing. For a second she thought she would faint. But she clamped down on her emotions. She had come a long way from the innocent girl she’d once been.
What was he doing here in London after all these years? Had he always been in town? Wouldn’t they have run into each other?
She began walking toward him. Did he remember her at all? He must, the way he was looking at her. His dark eyes hadn’t moved from her face.
They reached each other and she held out her hands, hesitating only an instant before she spoke. “Mr. Tennent, is it truly you?”
“Miss Shepard.” He bowed, taking both her hands in his. “Would you care to dance?”
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RUTH AXTELL MORREN
wrote her first story when she was twelve—a spy thriller—and knew she wanted to be a writer. There were many detours along the way. She studied comparative literature at Smith College, taught English in the Canary Islands and worked in international development in Miami, Florida, where she met her future husband.
She gained her first recognition as a writer when her second manuscript finaled in the Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Contest in 1994. Ruth has been writing for Steeple Hill Books since 2002, and her second novel, Wild Rose (2004) was selected as a Booklist Top 10 Christian Novel in 2005.
After living several years on the down-east coast of Maine, Ruth and her family moved back to the Netherlands to the polderland of Flevoland, where she still lives by the sea. Ruth loves hearing from readers. You can contact her through her Web site, www.ruthaxtellmorren.com.
Ruth Axtell Morren
A Man Most Worthy
He shall receive the blessing from the Lord,
and righteousness from the God of his salvation.
—Psalms 24:5
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
Questions For Discussion
Chapter One
Richmond, England, June 1875
The numbers wouldn’t add up. Nick ran his ink-smudged finger up the neat column of figures and back down again.
A smothered giggle disrupted his concentration. With a frown, he glanced up from his desk, irritated that he’d have to begin adding for a third time.
He stared.
The most exquisite creature stood in the doorway to his small office, a finger to her lips. In her navy blue pleated skirt and sailor blouse, she appeared no more than sixteen.
Before he could do or say anything, she moved into his space, bringing with her a vitality the dusty nook had probably not seen in a decade.
Her eyes were wide, pleading, yet with a touch of mischief. “Shh!” she whispered. “Don’t tell them I’m here.”
He almost jumped out of his seat as she came around his desk and crouched behind it at his feet.
He drew his legs in, his eyes drawn to her slim, pale hands clasped over her knees. She lifted her head. “You won’t give me away, will you?” Her sparkling deep blue eyes looked up at his in a conspiratorial smile. They must be what the poets called violet. Another part of his mind noticed the coppery shade of her hair. It was worn down, as befitted a schoolgirl, with a deep fringe across her wide forehead, and drawn away from her face with a wide blue bow in the back. Her hair was very straight but its toffee-colored tones glistened in the bit of light from his small lamp.
A noise at the door caused him to look up again. A youth and another young lady stood at the doorjamb, their faces peering doubtfully in.
The young gentleman ran a disdainful eye across the room. “You don’t think she came in here, do you?”
The young lady, also pretty, but nothing compared to the one crouched at Nick’s feet, put her hands on the hips of her similar schoolgirl outfit and took a slow turn about the cramped space, her slim nose wrinkled. “I daresay not. There’s not space in here to hide a pin in!”
Nick couldn’t help glancing down at the girl at his feet, and experienced once again a moment of shock at her loveliness as she glanced up at him, her finger to her lips.
“I say, you haven’t seen a young lady run by here, have you, my good fellow?”
Nick immediately took umbrage to the young man’s tone. Instead of replying, he picked up his pencil and pretended СКАЧАТЬ