![]() There were no discordant sounds, like errand boys’ voices or knife grinders’ cries no lavender sellers offering their wares or muffin men extolling the virtues of their delicacies to the accompaniment of tinkling little hand-bells. All those good people who normally attended the various places of worship provided for them in the vicinity had already made their way to these edifices, and a beneficent calm hung over everything. James’s Square, in the heart of the fashionable London of 1816, was enjoying a peaceful Sunday morning. She considered him completely mad.Ī clash was inevitable, but neither of them suspected how entangled their lives would become. ![]() Especially when Harriet, forced to see him on an urgent matter, gained entry to his home in a most unusual way. Harriet Yorke might have looked demure and unworldly but her frail appearance concealed a will of iron.Īnd now the dashing-and unpredictable-Marquis of Capel was up against her unyielding will. ![]()
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