”
They were in the elder Widgett girl’s bedroom; Hetty was laid up, she said,
with a sprained ankle, and a miscellaneous party was gossiping away her tedium. Had she expected to wed Valade herself?
Had the fellow broken a vow of betrothal, or abandoned her? He must find out
more. “My sister is sure to be
out. Behind the poet came Sir James Thornhill. The
chair was torture. The period of repression was over. In fact, Kimble was drowsily awake when she entered the little bedchamber,
the state of which left a good deal to be desired, even without the added debris
arising from tending a wounded man. She had found that proof. “Julian, I don’t know how to put this. "My little fancy man's quite as fond of me
as of you, Bess. "
"Propose it," returned Blueskin, inclining his head.
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