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.She had not meantto be such.Watching her slender body quiver with sobs, Brandon lost all desire to hurt her more.His facewas grimand his mouth was drawn downward at the corners.A great heaviness lay upon his chest ashe searchedunsuccessfully in his coat for his handkerchief. Where did you put the kerchief? he asked with a heavy sigh. I can't find it.She shook her head in her arm and caught her breath as she sat upright on his lap. I don'tknow, shemuttered miserably, not able to think clearly.She wiped her tears on the hem of her gown as he searched her dress for pockets.As he didso thedriver of the livery stepped cautiously to the door and peered in. Is there anything I can do for the lady? he offered uncertainly. I heard her crying, and itbreaks meheart to hear a woman weep.ABC Amber Text Converter Trial version, http://www.processtext.com/abctxt.htmlBrandon frowned at the man slightly as he continued the search for his handkerchief. There is no needfor your assistance, sir, he replied politely. My wife is just a little upset with me because Iwon't let hermother come live with us.She'll be all right when she learns her tears haven't changed mydecision.The driver grinned. In that case, sir, I'll be leaving you to her.I know what it's like to haveyour wife'smother living with you.I should have been as strong as you when I first married my wife.ThenI wouldn'tbe having the old witch in my house now.He wandered back to his horses as Brandon finally located his handkerchief between Heath-er's breasts.He drew it out and wiped her tears and held it as she blew her nose into it. Are you feeling better? he questioned. Can we go to our room now?A sigh escaped her as she nodded and he stuffed the handkerchief down her dress again andgave her alittle pat on the rump. Let me get up then, and I'll help you out of the carriage.The inn was noisy and alive with drunken tars and bawdy women whose shrill laughter rangout over thecoarse, ribald humor of the sailors.Holding Heather's hand behind him and walking justahead to hide hertear-streaked face from the stares of the curious, Brandon led her through the room.Georgehad beensitting by the fire but jumped up when he saw them and followed behind to their room.AsBrandonopened the door for Heather and allowed her to slip in, the servant listened attentively to hisorders andwent off again to do as bidded when his captain stepped into the bedroom.Brandon closedthe doorbehind him and glanced at his wife who was bending over the washbowl splashing water onher face. George has gone to fetch a tray of food.I won't be staying to eat.And I would prefer that younot leavethe room while I'm gone.It wouldn't be safe for you without my escort.If you want anything,George willbe just outside the door.Tell him what you want.She cast an uncertain glance over her shoulder at him. Thank you, she murmured.Then he was gone without another word, leaving her to stare dejectedly at the closed door.The fluttering was like a movement of a butterfly's wings, seeming unreal because of its faint-ness.She layvery still under the quilt, afraid to move lest it would go away and never come again that night.And in thedark she smiled a little to herself.Once more it came, this time more insistent.Her hand slidto her bellyas if beckoned and her thoughts suddenly cleared. It does not make it easier knowing he's right.It would have been impossible to get from thecottageunseen, no matter how desperately I planned and hoped.They watched me too closely.Iwould havespent a lifetime there if he had not already taken me to him and given me his baby.The stirring was felt beneath her hand. So now I am to be a mother, and he is to be hated and cursed because he made me so.Butmust it bethis way? Is it too difficult to show him kindness and gratitude though I know he loathes theground onwhich I walk and would prefer to be no man at all than have me chained to him.He has beenkinddespite his hatred of me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]