![]() ![]() ![]() The brother looked down and gaped, his lips parting in a toothless grin of glee at the comical sight of two ladies-bonnets, gloves, and all-who were perched primly and precariously on the back of Sean MacLaesh’s haywagon, their backs ramrod-stiff, their feet sticking straight out beyond the wagon. “Lookee there, Will,” he told his brother. In the hills above the high, winding track that passed for a road, a shepherd paused to gape at an old wooden wagon making its laborious way along the road below. “Furthermore, I cannot believe he has the slightest desire to see me.” ![]() Now, however, as the hour of confronting him drew near, not even the sight of the mountains decked out in spring flowers or the bright blue lakes below could calm her mounting tension. For the first four days of their journey, her tension had been greatly allayed by the scenic grandeur of Scotland with its rolling hills and deep valleys carpeted in bluebells and hawthorne. The nearer the time came, the more angry and confused Elizabeth became about this meeting. “I daresay,” Lucinda agreed, clutching her umbrella with one hand and the side of the cart with her other. ![]() “I would rather face the devil himself than that man,” Elizabeth said with a repressed shudder. ![]()
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