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“You
are still resolved? Have you really come to take a wife then?”
Abby
started. Which one had spoken? She dared not look around the bushes and
be discovered, although Constance had no qualms and managed a look.
Constance pointed at the closest rider, which Abby could see through the
branches without rising. Did she mean he was the speaker or the one
meant for Abby? It would have to wait; they could still hear the
gentlemen talking.
“I
came to enjoy the country, seeing as I must.” The voice that answered
was pleasantly low pitched and strong. So that was the one. Her quick
additional peek only showed the backs of two young men, one dark and one
fair. Which one had spoken?
“No,
no, you must be in all eagerness to meet her, since you’ve arrived so
early. Would that I were as lucky as you. Are you not all agog with
excitement to view your intended?” The raspy voice of the first
gentleman was sarcastic and amused.
“Not
at all. Although she must be eager herself, since she is still at home
and past twenty.”
Abby
stifled an indignant gasp. Who else could this man be referring to
except her? That insufferable bore—if this was to be her intended, she
intended to protest.
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