Аннотация
Judith McNaught
Whitney, My Love
(Westmoreland Dynasty Saga – 2)
In memory of Michael – my friend, my husband, my love
ENGLAND
1816
Chapter One
AS THEIR ELEGANT TRAVELLING CHAISE ROCKED AND SWAYED along the rutted country road, Lady Anne Gilbert leaned her cheek against her husband's shoulder and heaved a long, impatient sigh. "Another whole hour until we arrive, and already the suspense is positively gnawing at me. I keep wondering what Whitney will be like now that she's grown up."
She lapsed into silence and gazed absently out the coach window at the lush, rolling English countryside covered with wild pink Foxglove and yellow Buttercups, trying to envision the niece she hadn't seen in almost eleven years.
"She'll be pretty, just as her mother was. And she'll have her mother's smile, her gentleness, her sweet disposition …"
Lord Edward Gilbert cast a skeptical glance at his wife. "Sweet disposition?" he echoed in amused...

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