Аннотация
Elizabeth Powell
A Reckless Bargain
To my husband, Bill,
who will always be my hero.
Chapter One
Bath
June, 1813
Pliny, Plutarch, Quintilian… She frowned. Where was Pope? He had been here just a moment ago; she would swear to it. She checked again. Pope had gone missing.
Her lower lip caught between her teeth, her brow furrowed with concentration, Kit Mallory stood atop the rickety stepladder, sorting through an awkward armful of leather-bound books, when she heard the library door creak open.
"Mrs. Mallory, I would speak with you!" exclaimed an imperious voice.
Oh, no. Not again.
Kit started, her grip loosened, and the books tumbled from her arms to land with several tumultuous thumps on the floor below. The ladder swayed, and she made a mad grab for the railings. She righted herself, then stood stock-still for several moments, her pulse pounding loudly in her ears, her eyes closed against a sudden wave of dizziness ...

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