![]() He had been posted to Ireland, and Toby had already forgotten that last summer, which Petronella had spent with Colonel Lindsay’s family, the two of them had done everything together: riding, walking, dancing at balls. “How can you think I should marry anyone but Charles Whitworth?”Ĭaptain Whitworth was a friend of Toby’s, though not in the same regiment. “But he must care for you, or he would be deterred by your very small portion,” he said. “Toby! He cares for nothing but horses and dogs and he has a face like a cheese.” Her eyes, amber brown, looked large in her small pointed face she had a look of restless gaiety that carried an undertone of uncertainty. ![]() Petronella was standing in the window, and as she turned the sun made a fiery halo of her coppery curls. ![]() “What, old Bob Aldridge of Heathfield Hall?” he said. Toby was on leave and it was the first time he had seen his sister since she had come to live with these relations in Kent some months ago. They were alone in the drawing room at Gillingden, their aunt having been called out of the room. ![]() Aldridge!” said Petronella Kingston to her brother. ![]()
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