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Herr, Charlotte Bronte

"Their Mariposa Legend; a romance of Santa Catalina"

"The boat was late."
"I was beginning to think you'd given up coming at all." She could not
keep it back. "The duke never bothered to, you know."
But this blow, like the first, failed to reach any vulnerable spot.
Blair did not flinch.
"No, naturally he didn't! He was English, and you can't depend upon the
English, I've discovered. But there's not the slightest reason for
linking me up with him. The princess never ran away now, did she? And I
- " He paused, then without looking at her he began again.
"Seriously, I'm sorry if I seemed to be deserting. I - well, honestly, I
didn't know what else to do. You suggested it yourself, you remember!
And I'd promised my father to look after some business for him in Los
Angeles while I was out here. You see, he - our family, have lived in
the East for a long time now, but we used to own pretty much all of Los
Angeles county some three centuries ago, when the Spanish were here, and
- " Again he broke off abruptly. "Do you want to know about me?" he
demanded.
Miss Hastings leaned breathlessly toward him. Her heart was beating
wildly.
"Oh, please!" she begged.
"Perhaps I should have told you at the first," he began, "or at least
after you told me who you were, but - anyway, I didn't.


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