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Chapter One ~1819-2
He had stayed in London now for so long that Manella began to hope that what he had just been saying was a lot of nonsense. Alternatively perhaps he was finding that it was not as easy to capture a rich bride as he had expected it to be. Then yesterday he had returned unexpectedly and Manella felt herself shrink from him the moment he walked into the house. He did not look in the least like her father and she had always thought that there was something insignificant as well as unpleasant about her uncle. The moment he appeared she was aware that he was extremely smartly dressed. He had arrived in a phaeton that looked new and expensive and the horses pulling it were well-bred. She hoped, as he stepped in through the front door, that he had now found his intended rich bride-to-be. On
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