“I have come to a conclusion.” Lydia tried to stifle a yawn. “Have you, indeed?” “Yes. I have decided that I do not like adventures or surprises. Highly overrated.” Robert’s soft chuckle drifted through the dark. “More of a misadventure,… — Cindy Anstey Copy Share
“Cora’s weak smile disappeared entirely, and she eyed Lydia in such a way that Lydia began to regret her approach. But the die was… — Cindy Anstey Copy Share Image
“I’m quite certain that Mr. Drury will no longer be a problem.” She laughed again, though Robert could tell it was through tears. “Yes, he will be out from under my roof before you can say guilt by association.” “What about your uncle?” “No, he is being paid by the estate until I’m one and twenty. He’ll probably stay, more’s… — Cindy Anstey Copy Share
“You do know that Cranford is getting more and more difficult, don’t you?” Robert shook his head as he crossed over to where Cassidy was seated by the fire. “Told you to shove off?” “No. Just that you were not here.” Cassidy laughed. “The man must like you. Sees most of my friends as ne’er-do-wells and slams the door in… — Cindy Anstey Copy Share
“Robert crossed Pulteney Bridge with a light step. He grinned at the boy raking odiferous horse manure to the curb and tipped him well for his service. He nodded—with a grin—to the puzzled driver of a hack heading into the city. And he bowed—with a grin—as he stepped aside to allow the weary-looking woman with two toddlers to pass. None… — Cindy Anstey Copy Share
“I have come to a conclusion.” Lydia tried to stifle a yawn. “Have you, indeed?” “Yes. I have decided that I do not like adventures or surprises. Highly overrated.” Robert’s soft chuckle drifted through the dark. “More of a misadventure, my dear Lydia, and certainly not a surprise, which are generally thought of as pleasant things. No, best label today… — Cindy Anstey Copy Share
“Robert gestured Lydia ahead of him across the threshold of number nineteen. Once inside, the atmosphere was entirely different from his previous visits. Silent… — Cindy Anstey Copy Share Image
“In which a sensible young lady must choose between the peril of a careening carriage and mud … deep mud” — Cindy Anstey Copy Share Image
“Robert.” It was a sigh and a call at the same time. She ignored the lump in her throat and called again. In an… — Cindy Anstey Copy Share Image
“Kemble turned the full force of his pique on Robert, scowling and pointing. He was rather like an overexcited basset hound—all bark, no bite… — Cindy Anstey Copy Share Image
“The Kembles had arrived. Robert’s grin faded, and he pursed his lips in great disappointment. This was not a good time to pay a… — Cindy Anstey Copy Share Image
“Don’t you agree?” “Indeed,” Robert answered without thought, and then sharply shook his head. “I beg your pardon. You were saying?” “That Mr. Warner… — Cindy Anstey Copy Share Image
“Robert?” “Yes.” “Can you think of any reason why two persons who care deeply for each other … who love each other … should… — Cindy Anstey Copy Share Image
