And it occurred to her, as she made that mad dash down the lane—clutching a blazing hot pistol in one hand and a fistful of money in the other—that this surely must mark some turning point in her life. Really, there was no going back from this. Today, all her mother’s judgments had been proved false. She wasn’t plain, but pretty. She wasn’t distracted and awkward, but confident and a crack shot. Most of all, Minerva was not hopeless. She had twenty pounds. She had an important scientific discovery. And she had Colin, the most handsome, charming devil in England, coming fast on her heels. Save
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