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displayed little curiosity about the event.
Lord Henry presented a more complex problem. His silence would not be so easily bought. However , upon reaching the stables , Thomas found the stall empty . Lord Henry’s absence would at least alleviate one of Laura's concerns.
Laura retired to the house to change her clothes before departing. Thanking Thomas was beyond her present capabilities.
Laura observed the driver as he transported the last of her trunks to the carriage. As she made her way to the kitchen door , sentiment overwhelmed Laura and she could only equate the sensation to that of saying goodbye to a dear friend for the last time. A shudder went through her, severing her thoughts. With haste, Laura stepped into the sunlight in an attempt to escape the emotional stronghold.
Never again would Laura presume her tomorrows or permit herself to speculate on future plans. They had not spoken. Laura supposed Thomas had nothing to say.
The carriage began its journey, venturing down the winding trail . The vehicle passed giant stone attendants , charged with guard ing the Manor gates and beyond , as if erasing Laura's existence before setting her back on the course she had originally deviated from.
Laura’s body mounted an insurrection, as her mind coerced her to see. For a moment , she had the ability to glance into her future. Her days would be dark and her nights put to use to renew the memories of their intimacy. Her concentration would centre on the possible future that she had left behind.
Lord Thomas Ashley watched as the carriage rolled out of sight, pangs of solitude emerging in its wake. Spectres, buoyed by the quiet, swarmed around him, the silence intensifying the memories of Laura in his arms.
Thomas understood Laura’s complications. She grappled with the world between good and bad. He would have to mend the gap that had opened between them; his calling would be to formulate a way.
Thomas turned to look at the m anor with a heart in torment and a mind in disarray. He visualised his home as it had been in his childhood , when laughter had still prevailed, and he made his resolution. He had met a woman to match him in spirit and, he added, temper, and when something this right came along , he was loath to relinquish his hold. The incentive to encourage the workload was his. He would restore his history and claim a bride.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN - Marlbrook
The elaborate wrought iron gates of Marlbrook parted as if by magic, allowing the coach entry, then closed to keep the picture perfect. Sarah’s incessant talking ceased.
Gardens graced Laura’s line of vision. Prolific beds of flowers overflowed with colour, shaded in part by the majestic trees that lorded over them . S turdy limbs h eld the mid morning sun at bay. A breeze gusted sporadically, adding realism to an otherwise flawless scene. The splendour of the landscape replenished Laura’s spirit.
The main house had been positioned on a slight incline, with large pillared windows donating elegance to the otherwise stark structure. The perfection of Marlbrook reflected itself, in all its magnificence, in a lake purpose - built. Peacocks, imported from some far - off land, roamed as they pleased. The beautiful creatures splashed colour about the green countryside, while loudly proclaiming their importance for everyone to heed.
The carriage came to rest by a side entrance to the house. Delicate, climbing roses greeted Laura. Their first snippets of colour, predominantly red offset with a sprinkling of white, were evident as they lifted their heads above the thorny mass that threatened to engulf them. The sunlight had prolonged its presence , resisting the impulse to blanket itself in the ashen clouds that loitered nearby. Laura gave thanks to a welcome that would have eased many a burdened soul.
“Laura! Wh at ails you?” Sarah asked, impatiently .
“ Sarah . I ask
Lord Henry presented a more complex problem. His silence would not be so easily bought. However , upon reaching the stables , Thomas found the stall empty . Lord Henry’s absence would at least alleviate one of Laura's concerns.
Laura retired to the house to change her clothes before departing. Thanking Thomas was beyond her present capabilities.
Laura observed the driver as he transported the last of her trunks to the carriage. As she made her way to the kitchen door , sentiment overwhelmed Laura and she could only equate the sensation to that of saying goodbye to a dear friend for the last time. A shudder went through her, severing her thoughts. With haste, Laura stepped into the sunlight in an attempt to escape the emotional stronghold.
Never again would Laura presume her tomorrows or permit herself to speculate on future plans. They had not spoken. Laura supposed Thomas had nothing to say.
The carriage began its journey, venturing down the winding trail . The vehicle passed giant stone attendants , charged with guard ing the Manor gates and beyond , as if erasing Laura's existence before setting her back on the course she had originally deviated from.
Laura’s body mounted an insurrection, as her mind coerced her to see. For a moment , she had the ability to glance into her future. Her days would be dark and her nights put to use to renew the memories of their intimacy. Her concentration would centre on the possible future that she had left behind.
Lord Thomas Ashley watched as the carriage rolled out of sight, pangs of solitude emerging in its wake. Spectres, buoyed by the quiet, swarmed around him, the silence intensifying the memories of Laura in his arms.
Thomas understood Laura’s complications. She grappled with the world between good and bad. He would have to mend the gap that had opened between them; his calling would be to formulate a way.
Thomas turned to look at the m anor with a heart in torment and a mind in disarray. He visualised his home as it had been in his childhood , when laughter had still prevailed, and he made his resolution. He had met a woman to match him in spirit and, he added, temper, and when something this right came along , he was loath to relinquish his hold. The incentive to encourage the workload was his. He would restore his history and claim a bride.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN - Marlbrook
The elaborate wrought iron gates of Marlbrook parted as if by magic, allowing the coach entry, then closed to keep the picture perfect. Sarah’s incessant talking ceased.
Gardens graced Laura’s line of vision. Prolific beds of flowers overflowed with colour, shaded in part by the majestic trees that lorded over them . S turdy limbs h eld the mid morning sun at bay. A breeze gusted sporadically, adding realism to an otherwise flawless scene. The splendour of the landscape replenished Laura’s spirit.
The main house had been positioned on a slight incline, with large pillared windows donating elegance to the otherwise stark structure. The perfection of Marlbrook reflected itself, in all its magnificence, in a lake purpose - built. Peacocks, imported from some far - off land, roamed as they pleased. The beautiful creatures splashed colour about the green countryside, while loudly proclaiming their importance for everyone to heed.
The carriage came to rest by a side entrance to the house. Delicate, climbing roses greeted Laura. Their first snippets of colour, predominantly red offset with a sprinkling of white, were evident as they lifted their heads above the thorny mass that threatened to engulf them. The sunlight had prolonged its presence , resisting the impulse to blanket itself in the ashen clouds that loitered nearby. Laura gave thanks to a welcome that would have eased many a burdened soul.
“Laura! Wh at ails you?” Sarah asked, impatiently .
“ Sarah . I ask
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