This shocked Mrs. Loontwill into speaking again. “You mean you are willing to marry Alexia?” Lord Maccon looked at her like she had gone insane. “Of course I am.” “Let us be perfectly clear here,” said Squire Loontwill. “You are willing to marry our Alexia, even though she is… well…,” he floundered. Felicity came to his rescue. “Old.” Evylin added, “And plain.” “And tan,” said Felicity. The squire continued. “And so extraordinarily assertive.” Miss Tarabotti was nodding agreement. “My point exactly! He cannot possibly want to marry me. I will not have him forced into such an arrangement merely
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