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224 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 1988
He stood looking at her, haughtily, arrogantly, and then he added, “And because I am in love with you, dammit!”
For Maria had given up praying a long time ago so that God would not know where she was.
...his conscience was at war with all his aristocratic upbringing. Gentlemen never apologized.
The marquess was assailed by packs of beggars, proudly displaying their open sores, and poor sticklike children who followed his carriage, crying out curses against Napoleon in the hope that the English milord would throw them money.
Only when an aristocrat had fallen on hard times and needed to save his lands did he look outside his own caste. It was often whispered that marriage with the daughters of the mercantile class had infused much-needed new blood into some ancient lines which had begun to show alarming signs of producing totty-headed eccentrics.