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The Duke's Fight For Love

The Duke's Fight For Love

Author: Vennyjnr
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Chapter 1 Her Arrival

Word Count: 1216    |    Released on: 13/10/2024

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ther, my feet ached in my shoes, the heavy bag in my hands weighed my left shoulder and my throat longed for moisture. I would do well with rest and a warm meal. I dropped the bag from my grip, if it was an animate it would have felt that the heat was like that of a blacksmith fur

been walking for the last hours something I lear

skin. I would watch the wind bring the dust on my footprints. I loved holding my dress so I do not get dust on it. Mother always warned; yelling with no iota of modesty to the point of using cuss words when any carriage came passing by. And then, the carriage came, the one that changed my life. I did not see it behind me_

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ten pound horse galloping at full speed. It could be a carriage, or just a

sighted the rims of his hat. The horse began to slow

llo

n talking to a stranger, mother said it showed how courteous one could

is a lovely lady doing on

it further, so I was wondering if you could be kind enough to take me d

ll, you can shove the clothes aside. I deliver fabrics in the market in

ire, you are

the rays from the sun, the women still held their heads up while walking, looking over their shoulders with one hand clutch to a hand fan. Some ladies stood behind them adjusting their dr

ate, miss." The carri

ment bricks, but unlike other buildings in the estate which preceded from metal gates to tall storey buildings, this was just a small fraction, like different parts of each buildings were cut out and put together to make a smaller one. Aunt Elizabeth had won the hear

me like this, she always warned that I lacked some bit of modesty as I might not get a goo

wed that I had deeply missed someone. She moved her rou

king towards me and wrapped her chu

in. You are now a full grown woman. How di

plendor of this landscape was not adequately conveyed in

ad greased my nostrils awakening my taste buds from long hours of compulsory rest which caused my hunger. I rubbed the back of my palm in my weary eyes. The cottage had mit

whenever he pulled it out. It had broken Aunt Elizabeth when she lost him to an influenza outbreak. She had lost a son too, Charles, her y

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