Tonight (Tuesday), as I was looking up something of interest to share on social media, I thought “I should share these things on my blog as well.” So, I am. I can’t guarantee it will be a weekly thing, but sporadically, at least, I think I’ll share things like this on here as well as on my social media accounts. I hope you don’t mind. 🙂
This is Henry Angelo. He was a member of the Angelo family of fencers and son of Italian master Domenico Angelo.
“As the leader of his father’s Angelo School of Arms from 1780 to 1817, he consolidated its status among London’s high society, with upper class patronage and a cult of celebrity. He also maintained his family’s reputation, reissuing his father’s seminal fencing manual and composing several memoirs and a single work on fencing, himself.” (Wikipedia)
Image source: Mather Brown, 1790, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
STORY CONNECTION:
Anne took a step closer to him. The sound of her hand connecting with his cheek echoed through the room. “You lied to me, and you lied about Alistair. Why, I ought to run you through!”
“Anne,” Alistair cautioned.
Anne leaned forward, mere inches from where Conrad rubbed his smarting cheek. “Angelo’s. I will see you at Angelo’s.”
“Anne,” Alistair cautioned again.
“What?” she asked with wide eyes.
“You cannot meet him at Angelo’s.”
Anne looked passed him to her cousin. “Edward, did you or did you not mention that Angelo’s allows ladies to join?”
Edward swallowed and looked apologetically at his father and Alistair. “I did, but it is not a good idea.”
“Then I shall call him out to that,” she waved her hand, “field about which you told me.”
“Duels are against the law,” Edward replied.
Anne lifted her chin. “Then, it would be best if you allowed me to meet him at Angelo’s, would it not?”
(from Becoming Entangled)
