A Duke In Need Of A Wife. Annie Burrows

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      Most of one side of her dress had gone and her hair looked as though it, too, had been singed. Sofia wasn’t surprised the woman was trembling. Her clothing had caught fire, she’d been flung to the ground by one burly man and then had ice-cold water thrown over her by another. She’d felt pretty shaky herself when she’d been lying on the ground, after two men had treated her rather roughly. And her gown had only been ripped a bit. It hadn’t melted away, leaving her legs exposed.

      How she wished there was something she could do for the poor woman.

      Well, actually, there was. She tore at the fastening of her cloak, and, falling to her knees beside the woman, flung it over her body. It might not be able to stop the tremors racking the poor creature, but at least it would prevent the two men from being able to look at her exposed limbs.

      ‘Don’t just stand there staring,’ she shouted at them. ‘This woman needs medical attention! One of you run and fetch a doctor!’

      The two men exchanged a glance.

      ‘I say...’ one of them began to protest.

      But the other one, who was still holding the empty ice bucket, held up his free hand as though to silence his colleague.

      ‘She’s right, Gil. Go and fetch Dr Cochrane.’

      As the first waiter hurried off, the other one tossed the ice bucket aside and stepped closer. By the flickering light of the blazing scaffolding, Sofia noted heavy, straight dark brows and a beak of a nose, which gave him a harsh appearance.

      ‘You can leave her now,’ he snarled at her.

      Snarled? What right had he to snarl at her? And why was he glaring so ferociously?

      ‘The doctor will attend her.’

      ‘When he gets here,’ she retorted, ‘I dare say he will. But until then, I prefer to stay with her.’ She took hold of the injured woman’s hand, to offer the poor creature what meagre comfort she could.

      ‘You look to me,’ said the waiter with the ferocious eyebrows, ‘as though you could do with medical attention yourself.’

      At that, Sofia realised that her eye socket throbbed at the point where it had encountered the tall man’s elbow. And that she had scratches up her arms from diving under the bushes.

      ‘And you really ought not to have removed your cloak.’ As his eyes made a swift perusal over her person, she recalled thinking that muslin was not the best of fabrics to wear when diving under bushes. She was thankful that she’d have an acceptable excuse to give Aunt Agnes for ruining yet another gown.

      ‘Yes, that’s probably true,’ she admitted when the waiter’s eyes lingered over the portion of her tattered skirt through which her knee was poking, ‘but right this minute, I believe this lady needs it more than I do.’

      ‘She is not a lady,’ he said, somewhat pedantically to her way of thinking.

      ‘What does her station in life have to do with anything? She is clearly hurt very badly and needs both a doctor and a cloak to cover her far more than I do.’

      The waiter raised one of his brows, just a fraction.

      ‘That is a very...compassionate thing to say. Nevertheless, I am sure there are people looking for you, people who will be concerned about your welfare. You ought not to be wandering about alone, in the dark.’

      ‘I am not wandering about alone. I am kneeling on the ground, tending to a woman who has been badly hurt. And I intend to stay with her until there is some other female who can take my place.’

      As though in gratitude, the injured woman gave Sofia’s hand a rather shaky squeeze.

      ‘Oh, how I wish I could just take you home with me and nurse you myself,’ Sofia said apologetically. ‘It must be awful to be in this state and reliant on strangers.’ For the second time that night, Sofia felt the unpleasant sensation of childhood memories surging to the forefront of her mind. Only this time it was of the days following her papa’s death, when she’d been passed from one harassed officer to another before finally being loaded on to a ship returning to England. Though none of those men had meant to be unkind, nor had any of them really had much idea how to handle a fellow officer’s orphaned daughter.

      ‘You are a stranger to her yourself,’ put in the waiter, who was beginning to really annoy her.

      ‘Yes,’ she shot back at him, ‘but at least I am a woman!’

      ‘Look, miss...’

      ‘Underwood,’ she supplied automatically.

      ‘Miss Underwood,’ he said. ‘I promise you that I will ensure this woman has the best possible care. And that as soon as is practical, I will procure a female to tend to her.’

      ‘Yes, that’s all very well, but until then...’

      ‘And to set your mind at rest, I will also send word of her progress. If you will allow me to know how I may contact you?’

      Sofia bit down on her lower lip. The most annoying thing about the waiter was that he was correct. Her aunt and uncle would be getting worried about her once they discovered she’d become separated from them during that stampede. And there wasn’t anything more she could do for the injured woman, not really.

      ‘Yes. Very well. We have taken lodgings on Marine View. In Theakstone Crescent.’

      The man appeared a little taken aback. He took a breath as though to say something, but never got the chance. Because Uncle Ned came bustling up.

      ‘Sofia! What the devil do you think you are playing at? Your aunt is worried sick about you! Get up off the ground and come here this instant!’

      She got up. And under cover of brushing some of the leaves and ash from her skirts, she sidled closer to the waiter. ‘I have a little money of my own,’ she said softly. ‘I would gladly contribute towards the cost of nursing her, if that would help.’

      ‘Sofia!’ Uncle Ned grabbed her arm and pulled her to a respectable distance from the waiter. ‘Where is your cloak?’

      She pointed to the injured woman.

      ‘Great heavens above,’ groaned Uncle Ned, rolling his eyes for good measure. Sofia winced, imagining the scene there was going to be when she explained how she’d disposed of a garment she’d only borrowed from her cousin Betty on the understanding she would take the greatest care of it.

      Uncle Ned could clearly imagine it, too, for, as he dragged her away from the scene, he muttered, ‘Have you no sense?’

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      Oliver clenched his fists as he watched the man clamp one hand round Miss Underwood’s upper arm and drag her away as though he’d just caught her committing some crime. If there was one thing he detested, it was men who used their superior strength against females. Particularly females of their own family.

      If it wasn’t for the even more badly injured woman lying right at his feet, he’d have gone after Miss Underwood and given her СКАЧАТЬ