CHAPTER ONE
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1877“I shall die of love for you! I know I shall. Dearest, most beautiful Rowena, goddess of my heart, say you return just a fraction of my adoration and I ask no more.”
The young man seemed about to expire from passion, but instead of impressing Rowena Thornhill it only made her want to laugh.
He was rather plump, and not at all the right shape for declarations of eternal love.
“Do get up, Sir Cedric,” she said, struggling to free her hand. “And let me go.”
“Not until you say you’re mine,” he moaned.
“Well, I’m not yours and I’m never going to be.”
“Adorable, loveliest Rowena – ”
“My name is Miss Thornhill, and if you don’t get up I shall scream.”
That made him rise reluctantly, but still he clung to her hand until she rapped his knuckles with her fan.
Miss Rowena
