And, if I'd my own way, I'd drown 'em all like a litter o'
puppies. He was more like a man who had left his bed in the middle of
convalescence. She felt scrawny, lanky, badly
dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all
beautiful; not even pretty. And the way
he and the other men looked at her!
The desire was plain on their faces, so many noblemen
reduced to their simplest elements! They looked at her
sideways, they looked at her backside, scanning her blue
eyes and even looking right into her face. "Oh, I've read that!"
Spurlock had heard distinctly enough all of this odd conversation; but until the
spinster's reference to the family album, no phrase had been sufficient in strength
of attraction to break the trend of his own unhappy thoughts. ’
He had abandoned the “sir”, Gerald noted, realising that the footman’s respect
for him had dropped sharply.
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