“Your shyness is part of your appeal, Mr. “Jane Abrahms deserves a better man, one who is not afraid to express his feelings.” If not for Molly giving him a nudge, Charles would have never had the courage to speak to Miss Abrahms, let alone ask her to marry him. In a world where marriage had become something of a business arrangement, her successes were impressive-perhaps even a bit legendary. Many couples had found love as a result of her romantic instincts. My eyes never lie.”Ĭharles opened his mouth to protest, but he could not bring himself to utter a word. With a sigh, Molly reminded him, “Because she loves you, Mr. “Her other suitors! Why would she choose me when she could have a much better man!?” don't you see?!” Charles collapsed into the settee beside Molly and raked a hand across his pinched brow. She could not afford to buy new, expensive things, but it did not matter, for she had no one to impress. It was her favorite dress, even though it was a bit worn. Waiting will give one of her other suitors a chance to act, and we can't have that!” Molly smoothed her hands over her faded muslin gown. “Of course I love her.” His whispered words fogged the glass. He lifted the gauzy curtain and leaned toward the pane, hoping the sunlight would invigorate him. “But you love her, do you not?”Ĭharles Grisham paused by the window. I simply cannot!”Īs she watched him bellow his sorrows to the ceiling, Molly Moseley pushed her spectacles to the bridge of her nose and folded her hands in her lap.
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