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"Ceilidh!" I shouted into the wind. "Ceilidh, come back!"
I don’t know whether she heard me or just suddenly decided to change direction but the little dog swung to her left, swimming upriver parallel to the shore, battling wind and an outgoing tide. Her little red head rising and falling with the swell, she plodded steadily along with the slow, strong strokes that had been her lifelong trademark.
"Ceilidh, come!” I shouted running up the shore in an effort to keep abreast of her, the two younger dogs racing at my heels.
It was to no avail. She kept right on. I realized I was in the water up to my hips, calling her, begging her to come back to me.
Then suddenly she did. Turning, she swung to her left, toward the shore. . . and me.
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"Damn him!" he swore. "And he had the nerve to act affronted when I suggested that—Nevermind!" His blue eyes latched onto hers with an intensity that frightened her. "Lizzie, I'm asking you if you desire this marriage? For if you do not, if you have reservations of any kind, then you must marry me instead. Immediately."
He dropped to one knee on the dirt and stone of the drive before the house, and he moved his hand down her arm to clutch at her hand. "Go to Gretna Green with me, Lizzie! I understand that you may be in some manner of condition as to make you reluctant to join with me in matrimony, but I assure you that there would never be a word of reproach from my lips or any indication that I thought any child from you were any other but my own!"
And she opened her lips in astonishment, a warm flush sweeping across her features. "Andrew, I assure you—!"
What could she say to Georgiana, Elizabeth Darcy wondered. The girl had promised herself. She could not, with honor, reject that promise now. And as far as Mrs. Darcy knew, there was no greater prospect, no more likely candidate to inspire her love. "You care for Major Talbot?"
"Very much."
"It will suffice. In time, per-haps, you will grow to love one another more deeply."
That was precisely what Georgiana had been telling herself. She had even believed it, at first. But by now
she had admitted to herself that the emotion she suffered for Mr. Markwood was not a mere distraction. She knew she did not love Major Talbot as a wife should because she now knew what real love was. She had for some time known that her love for the Major was not intense, but until today, she had not fully confessed to herself how deep was the love she felt for Jacob Markley.
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A voice called out from the hovel, by way of threat, “That’s far enough, Navy man!”
James was still some forty feet from the door, from which he suspected someone in the shadows of the interior had for some time watched his approach. He heard the distinct click of a hammer locking at full cock. James called out, “I am unarmed.”
The voice assured, “Well, I am armed.”
The door opened further and James could make out a long rifle in the additional light intruding within. The darker shadows within obscured the man who leveled the long rifle.
“Who the hell are you?” the voice demanded.
James recognized the voice, “I am Captain Lee. James Lee.”
There was dead silence inside the hovel for some moments.
James continued, “And I am looking for one of Perry’s men.”
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Zach pulled to the side of the road in front of a line of mail-boxes. “Is this it?” he asked.
The old metal boxes, in various stages of rust, leaned tiredly against each other. One read simply, ‘Stovall’ in hand-lettered, peeling red paint.
How many times did Momma and I walk down the road to that mailbox? Lu wondered.
“Yes, turn here, it’s down this road,” she directed. She didn’t want him to know her stomach was in knots over having her children see the impoverishment of her youth. A light mist began to moisten the windshield, just as the task ahead dampened her spirit.
The road ended abruptly in front of the old clapboard house, its gray paint cracked and dry, the windows dark. Her father’s old turquoise Ford pickup was pulled close to the house, tired looking from thirty years of Florida sun. Lu held her breath. She wanted Zach to turn the SUV around and take her back home before the kids could see where she grew up.
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The Bridge Builder
- K.K. Pullen
Travis carefully lifted and set down each foot to avoid snagging anything in the darkness. Then shifted his weight from one foot to the other and did it again. The longer that he took the more chance there was for the slaver to turn around just to change position. If the slaver turned now he would have no choice but to crouch lower and hope to go unnoticed in the dark. The main thing was not to make any sound.
He moved again.
He was only fifteen feet away now. He was close enough that if the slaver turned now he would have to rush him from the front and try to stiff arm his hand over the man's mouth from the front while he drove the blade into the man’s chest, going in just below the bottom rib and angling up.
Even after doing this years ago in Nam there was still tension.
He made it to ten feet with no sound or sign of detection. He made it to five feet, and then three. The slaver was about as big as he was. His left hand shot out of the darkness . . .
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