asked. “Here he comes, he’ll tell you for himself much better than I can pretend to.”  Jasper Nettlepoint at that moment joined us, dressed in white flannel and carrying a large fan.  “Well, my dear, have you decided?” his

Rather than evoke our sympathy, our familiarity with the lives of the black poor has bred spasms of fear and outright contempt. But mostly it's bred indifference.

Take the word for it of a man who has made his way inch by inch, and does not believe that we'll wake up to find our work done because we've lain all night a-dreaming of it; anything worth doing is devilish hard to do!

I love historical romance, absolutely love it.

Written By Julie Garwood

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