This is the fifteenth entry out of the thirty I'm attempting. We're at the half-way point, bloggers! It is part
of a series of thirty entries so I hope you'll read each daily post to
find out what happens in the end.
Thank you for reading!
15. Books
He
did as requested, delivering the fragile lady to her hollow house of books,
flowers, and maids.
Helping
her out silently, he re-boarded the phaeton.
"Thank
you, Mr Hurst."
Once
her stolid footsteps led her away, he was gone too, so sure of her affections
but not at all of how to release them.
Langston's
repaired barouche rolled past him on his return. The gentleman stopped a moment
and thanked him. "Is Miss Sheffield safe at home?"
"She
would be more if I was but accepted."
Langston
mistook this as jest and laughed. “Ah, yes, wouldn’t that be a post!”
Ahhh, another humorous crossing of the rivals! That Langston is daft! Wonderful! ;)
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