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Meet Dash. He’s joining us for our Thursday story tomorrow.
How could such a cute little fellow cause such a big problem?
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Category: Wordless Wednesday
Wordless Wednesday: Drawing Room, St James’s
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Which character in one of my books has ties to St. James’s? Anne is about to find out. [The book title is listed below the excerpt.]
Anne snorted again. “Have you dismissed your mistress?”
He (Blackmoore) gave one sharp nod. “For now, at least. Whether it stays that way or not has yet to be seen.”
Anne shook her head and rolled her eyes. At least, he would not be her problem. “How considerate of you,” she said dryly.
He shrugged. “I did say that I might not be reformed.”
“In case you were wondering, I will not marry a man with a mistress, nor will I become one.”
Blackmoore laughed. “I would not attempt to suggest such. I felt the way Madoch protected you the last time we met, and I have endured his glares all evening.” He shook his head as he continued to chuckle. “No, no, he is not someone with whom I wish to tangle. I fear I would not win.”
The comment surprised Anne. “I beg your pardon, but I do not understand your meaning. What exactly makes a man who cares for horses someone who must be feared?” Alex was not a small or retiring man, but he was not a brute either. How he could inspire such a reaction in a gentleman who was his superior in rank was beyond her comprehension.
Blackmoore laughed once again. “His connections, my dear, his connections. It is not that he cares for horses but for whose horses he cares.”
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(Almost) Wordless Wednesday: Im Trauerhause (Fragment), Walter Firle
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A short picture-related excerpt from Mr. Darcy’s Comfort
After having eaten, Darcy made his way to Anne’s small sitting room. He paused outside the door for a moment, blew out a breath, drew another, and though his heart would not remain beating at the pace he wished it would but instead insisted on increasing its rhythm, he stepped into the room. Anne lay peacefully at one end. She looked no less fragile in death than she had in life.
“Aunt Catherine,” he said softly. He knew that though Anne looked as if she were sleeping, she was not, but still, he kept his voice low as speaking any louder seemed wrong.
His aunt looked up from her work of tying black ribbons around small packages. “I have one for you, Darcy.” She searched her basket and pulled out a larger item. It was wrapped in lavender cloth and tied with the same black ribbon she was using on her current project. “I selected a few items for you that I know she cherished.” She held the gift out to him. “She is still beautiful, is she not?”
Darcy turned his head to look once again at Anne. “Yes,” he answered. Anne’s was not a classical beauty but one of delicacy like a fine piece of china.
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Wordless Wednesday: Love and Friendship (Regency Dance)
RegencyDanceOrg. “Love and Friendship.” YouTube, YouTube, 16 Aug. 2017, youtu.be/y9BoqhqkERA.
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“Talking of books while dancing, Mr. Darcy?” She playfully chided him as they left the dance floor.
“Too mundane?” He queried in reply. “Would you rather canvas the weather or the flower arrangements?”
— Confounding Caroline
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