Enduringly Yours
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Enduringly Yours The year of our Lord, 1192 …“And truth be told my conscience was eating me up inside for leaving you like I had. Somehow I believed you’d think more of me if I’d gone away. That was the real reason why I hadn’t come to you that last night.” She shook her head.
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So many things she had hidden from him. Her dishonesty ate a hole through her skin sometimes. She wanted to come clean, but was afraid it might be too late… Enduringly Yours Part Eleven Her father had been moved out of the chamber he normally shared with her mother because of the regular medical care
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Part Nine Enduringly Yours Zipporah fingered through her braid and plaited it again to make it look like she hadn’t been out riding. It would have taken too long to work the ribbons back around her hair, so she tucked them under some straw and left them behind. She’d just stepped out of the stable
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Enduringly Yours England The year of our Lord, 1192 …“Well I… let you…” She fell silent. “I could have told my father before you left, then you would become lord.” Her voice trailed off as if she’d just made the discovery. “I could have told him that I let you compromise me but I was
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Enduringly Yours Part Ten Her mother, engaged in washing her hands in the laver of rosewater, smiled wryly at Zipporah from across the table. It took her a moment to realize that her look was about the maid servant and Gilburn. “Are you not hungry?” Gilburn asked Zipporah. “Of course I am,” she lied, dipping
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Part One “At least you haven’t climbed the trellis to my window yet,” she said as if reading his mind. Peter faked a smile and avoided that altogether. She was barely talking to him. Going there with her—even with words was dangerous terrain. “Gilburn has been scenting after you,” he warned, “and I can’t allow
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Part Six “You feel different,” she said, rubbing her arms. “You’re harder.” Every muscle jerked tight at that. “What?” “You’re chest. It feels hard.” “Irregular meals and heavy labor,” he managed. “Your sword hand is scarred now.” She’d noticed. “Yes.” “Does the scar go up your arm?” He looked at it, mostly covered by his
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England, 1192: “I have sway,” Matthew told her quietly. “I may be able to fix this yet.” She blew out a breath. “With what men? And how long will it take? For Christ’s sake Matthew, if you leave me for months on end for some fool mission…” He didn’t address that, instead he turned the
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