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Wordless Wednesday: Avenue of Hemlocks and Spruces, Alfred Parsons

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He removed his hat and ran his hand through his hair. He knew it was dangerous to be allowing himself to hope as he was, but she had seemed welcoming yesterday. She had even agreed to meet his sister. Surely, if she were set against him, she would have refused, or so he thought.

Again, he took a circuit of the great old tree, and this time, as he rounded it and faced Willow Hall, he saw her. He immediately put his hat on and then took it off. He ran his hand through his hair once again and replaced the hat, only to remove it a few seconds later as he waited for her to come close enough to greet.

“Mr. Darcy,” Elizabeth called, a smile lighting her face as she approached. “I see you still practice the exercise of walking each morning, although, it would seem you have wandered very far from your home.”

[from The Tenant’s Guest, Willow Hall book 2]

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Wordless Wednesday: Butterfly Waltz, Brian Crain

“Butterfly Waltz by Brian Crain.” YouTube. Videos created and uploaded to YouTube by Sounds08, 31 Mar. 2009.

Wordless Wednesday: Exams

As mentioned last in Thursday’s post, there will be no Thursday’s Three Hundred post this week as exams are being written at my school. I hope to be back the following week with a picture post on Wed and a new serial story, which is sparked by that post, on Thursday. But for now, take some time to enjoy a book and a cup of tea.

Wordless Wednesday: Frederick Morgan, Off for the Honeymoon

Wordless Wednesday: Edmund Blair Leighton – The Question

Edmund Leighton [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

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Lucy did not flee, but she did take a place in the shade, next to a small wall that ran part of the length of the field before crumbling into ruins, a remnant from years gone by. She plucked a blossom from the flowers that grew around the wall and twirled the flower in her fingers.

“My sister said you wished to speak to me,” said Philip as he approached her.

She swallowed and bit her lip as she looked up at him. He had taken out his handkerchief and was drawing it across his face to wipe away the perspiration that was there. His jacket had been discarded, and his cravat hung loosely about his neck. His sleeves were rolled halfway to his elbows, revealing sinewy forearms. She had always found him handsome, and in such a disheveled state, she found him even more attractive. However, instead of spending a few moments admiring him as she wished to do, she turned her eyes toward where his sister still stood with Mr. Darcy and Mr. Williams. “It would be more accurate to say your sister wishes for me to speak to you.”

[from And Then Love, Willow Hall Romance book 1]

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