“You’re refusing me?” Hannah’s stomach quivered. Good gracious, she was, wasn’t she? “I believe I must.” “Why must you?” “I don’t belong in your world, sir.” “I should think that I am the best judge of that.” “And you have indeed judged it so. You admit yourself that you’ve struggled. That you’ve had misgivings.” “Not about your character, or about the basic suitability—the admiration that I—” He broke off, seeming to collect himself. A muscle pulsed in his cheek. “My doubts have been confined to your ability to move in fashionable society. Part of my life must naturally be in town. Your
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