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 Pearls, gold boxes, sweetmeats. Will waved a piece of toast.  Things like that. A horse would be
good. Have you got any horses?
 Just the one.
 Oh. Will sounded disappointed in him.  Then I suppose you can t give her that.
Harry shook his head.  And she has many more horses than my one.
 Then what can you give her?
 I don t know.
He didn t know what she wanted from him. Harry frowned into the dregs of his tea. What could a man
like him give a lady like her? Not money or a house. She already had that. And the physical love he gave
her any halfway competent man could do as well. What could he give her that she didn t already have?
Maybe nothing. Maybe she would realize that soon enough, and especially after last night, choose never
to see him again.
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Harry stood.  More important than a present, I need to speak to Lady Georgina today. He moved to
the cupboard, took down his shaving things, and began stropping his razor.
Will looked at the dirty plates on the table.  I can wash these.
 Good boy.
Will must have refilled the kettle after making tea. It was already full and boiling. Harry divided the hot
water between his basin and a big bowl the boy could wash the dishes in. The little mirror he used for
shaving showed a ragged face. Harry frowned, then carefully started scraping the stubble from his
cheeks. His razor was old but very sharp, and a nick on his chin wouldn t help his appearance. Behind
him, he could hear Will swishing in the water.
By the time Will finished the dishes, Harry was as ready as he was ever going to be. He d washed,
brushed his hair, and changed into a clean shirt. His head still pounded steadily, but the circles under his
eyes had begun to fade.
Will looked him over.  You ll do, I guess.
 Ta.
 Am I to stay here? The lad s face was too stoic for his young age.
Harry hesitated.  Would you like to see the Woldsly stables while I speak to my lady?
Will was immediately on his feet.  Yes, please.
 Then come on. Harry led the way out the door. The boy could ride behind him on the back of his
horse.
Outside, clouds gathered in the sky. But it hadn t yet rained today, and saddling the mare would take
time. It was unreasonable, but he was anxious to see Lady Georgina.
 Let s walk.
The boy followed at his heels, silent, but with suppressed excitement. They were almost to the Woldsly
drive when Harry heard the rumbling of carriage wheels. He quickened his pace. The sound grew rapidly
closer.
He broke into a run.
Just as he burst from the cover of the copse, a carriage passed, shaking the ground beneath his feet and
sending up globs of mud. He glimpsed her ginger hair, then the carriage turned the corner and was gone,
only the diminishing sound of wheels marking its passage.
 Don t think you ll be able to talk to her today.
Harry had forgotten Will. He stared blindly down at the boy panting at his side.  No, not today.
A fat raindrop splattered on his shoulder, and then the clouds let go.
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TONY S CARRIAGE JOLTED AROUND the corner, and George swayed as she peered out the
window. It had begun to rain again, soaking the already sodden pastures, dragging tree branches
earthward, and turning everything into the same gray-brown color. Monotonous veils of dingy water fell,
blurring the landscape and trickling down the window like tears. From inside the carriage it appeared that
the whole world wept, overcome by a grief that would not fade.
 Perhaps it won t stop.
 What? Tony asked.
 The rain, George said.  Perhaps it won t stop. Perhaps it will continue forever until the mud in the
highway turns to a stream and rises up and becomes a sea and we float away. She traced a finger
through the condensation on the inside of the window, making squiggly lines.  Do you think your carriage
is buoyant?
 No, Tony said.  But I shouldn t worry. The rain will stop sometime, even if it doesn t seem so at the
moment.
 Mmm. She stared out the window.  And if I don t care if it goes on? Perhaps I wouldn t mind floating
away. Or sinking.
She was doing the right thing, everyone assured her so. Leaving Harry was the only proper choice left to
her. He was of a lower class, and he resented the difference in their ranks. Last night, he d been ugly in
his resentment; and yet, she couldn t fault him. Harry Pye wasn t meant to be anyone s lapdog. She
hadn t thought she was confining him, but he obviously felt demeaned. There was no future for them, an
earl s daughter and a land steward. They knew that; everyone knew that. This was a natural conclusion
to an affair that should never have been begun in the first place.
But, still, George couldn t shake the feeling that she was running away.
As if reading her thoughts, Tony said,  It s the correct decision.
 Is it?
 There was no other.
 I feel like a coward, she mused, still looking out the window.
 You re not a coward, he said softly.  This course wasn t easy for you, I know. Cowards are people
who take the least difficult path, not the hardest.
 Yet I ve abandoned Violet when she needs me most, George objected.
 No, you haven t, Tony said firmly.  You ve turned her problem over to me. I ve sent Oscar and Ralph
ahead of us to London. By the time we arrive, they should have learned where this cad lives. In the
meantime, rusticating for another few weeks in the country won t hurt her, and she has Miss Hope to
keep her company. That is what we pay her for, after all, he finished dryly.
But Euphie had failed Violet once already. George closed her eyes. And what about the poisoned
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