A ridiculous hope had grabbed hold of his
heart. Miss Treyman no longer sneered at him, perhaps she was softening. The
Treyman finances were floundering. He schemed and planned to swoop in at the
eleventh hour and save the day.
Rumors flew. Miss Treyman inherited a tidy
sum, and all his strategizing burned to ashes.
He packed fantasies of winning Miss
Treyman into a box in the back of his brain, but she refused to stay there.
He'd see her, and the all-too-appealing images of marriage to the lady popped
into his mind.
The slightest encouragement recalled his
heart to her like a faithful dog.
There'd been a time, not so long ago,
she'd avoided his company with adroit expertise. No doubt learned from her
mother. The harpy ensured he knew his lack of suitability for her little
darling. Perhaps he ought not criticize. The woman was protecting her daughter.
He'd expect no less. He simply resented being the one from whom she was being
protected.
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