![]() ![]() It was as if a force of nature was pulling her toward him, the way migrating birds were pulled across the world. Perhaps she could draw near him, for one more moment. Clearly, a robin was much more interesting than the comings and goings of proud, foolish Arabella Larke. ![]() They must know she was there, but they paid her no mind. He was with Ursula and Freddie, the three of them watching the little robin redbreast again. ![]() As if compelled by an unseen power, she had walked around the horses in their clinking harnesses, and now stood in the middle of the street, turning her bonnet and gloves in her hand, staring at the park. Yet, curiously, in the short distance between house and carriage, she had lost her way. She had marched out of the house with every intention of jumping straight into that carriage and letting it carry her away west. The carriage was loaded, the coachman was fidgeting, and a groom held the door open, waiting for Arabella to climb in. “Then it is time for me to stop dithering and leave London too.” “It isn’t pride this time.” On the paper, her miserable future self scowled at her. “When you are old and miserable and lonely, all because you’re too proud to talk to him.” ![]() Her haggard face was creased with lines and frowns. This one showed an old woman, with sharp cheekbones and finely arched eyebrows. “Is Lady Gisela amiable and pleasant? That’s what Guy wants in a wife.” “You are not subtle, Juno.” She turned back. ![]()
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