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The Lady of Blackwood Chpt 16
Chapter 16 - Watchers
Ungraciously sprawled on the stairs, Marcus stared at the ceiling. 'It's so very high', he thought. 'A pity the architect is dead, I would have liked to commend him on the excellent dimensions of the arcs and dome.'
"Marcus?" Beth's head appeared above him. It was much nearer than the ceiling.
"Why are you lying down?"
"I've been shot", he answered matter-of-factly.
"In the chest." He pointed to the spreading red stain on his white shirt and then sucked the bloodied finger.
"I know. But why are you lying there, why are you still here? Why do you not go after her?"
"I can't. She thinks I'm a monster", Marcus groaned. "Her opinion of me is almost as bad as my opinion of myself. I shall not burden her with my presence any longer." The pain in his chest grew, but it was not caused by the bullet.
"I do not know you to be a man that ever feels sorry for himself." When he did not answer Elizabeth poked him with a crutch.
"Ow. I'm wounded. G
The Lady of Blackwood Chpt 15
Chapter 15 The Visitor
At that moment the massive mahogany dining hall doors flew open and in stormed none other than Simon Cartwell, Florence's courter and almost-husband.
"Pardon, my lord, he pushed right passed me", the door man, Mr. King said from beyond Simon's shoulder.
"It's al right, Jim, let him pass," said Marcus as he turned to the intruder.
"I will not stand for this", cried Simon without further ado. "You have stolen my wife and tried to pay me off! I've tried my best, but this can't be. You've stolen her from me and I demand", he stomped his foot, an act that made him resemble a five-year-old, "I demand her back! You have made a disgrace of me, of my family and of the marriage institution; and all in town agree with me. What have you to say, sir?"
The Count had patiently waited until he finished, though he was surprised by the man's well thought out speech. Absently he wondered how many times it had been rehearsed. One look at Florence told him that she was
The Lady of Blackwood Chpt 14
Chapter 14 - Confession
"Please excuse my lateness", Florence stated flatly when she entered the dining hall. Everything was back in place and no one would have been able to suspect that there had been a party the previous evening.
"Not a problem, my dear", the Count answered warmly. He stood behind her chair, his hands resting on its back. If he noticed her plain dress he gave no indication of it. Not that her dress really was plain; the "plain" dressed she wore here were better than the best dresses she had worn in her father's house, but for these special occasion she wore dresses that were better still, typically satin clothes embroidered with fine silver thread.
The Count smiled and pulled out her chair. Unable to return the smile or even look at him, she instead crossed over to the fireplace. Frowning, the Count let go of the chair and drifted towards her, taking his place by her side. It was with great restraint that Florence managed to not step away from him. From the co
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