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Today, we will look at George Frideric Handel's Passacaglia, a piece for harpsichord, later arranged by Johan Halvorsen to a Online Fret Calculator. He could be back at the nursery before the children set out with Nurse Millsby. The ground was moist, and Marina must have been wearing heavy boots, because her prints had sunk into the earth with clear definition.
They led down the slight incline and out of the woods, then onto a grassy patch. It was impossible to see her footprints on the grass. He used his hand to shade his eyes from the sun and scanned the horizon, looking for a telltale scrap of red. He turned north, his eyes narrowing when he finally saw her. She was heading toward the lake. The lake. He started walking toward her, his feet somehow recognizing what his mind refused to accept. As she stepped into the shallows, he picked up speed, still too far to do anything but call out her name.
But if she heard him, she made no indication, just continued her slow and steady progress into the depths. He was still a good minute away, even moving at top speed. He skidded and stumbled down the hill leading to the lake, then had just enough presence of mind to yank off his coat and boots before diving into the freezing-cold water.
He could find her. He had to find her. Before it was too late. He dove down, his eyes scanning the murky water. Marina must have kicked up some of the sand from the bottom, and he had surely done the same, because the fine silt was swirling around him, the puffy opaque clouds making it difficult to see.
But in the end, Marina was saved by her one colorful quirk, and Phillip pumped through the water, down to the bottom where he saw the red of her cloak floating through the water like a languorous 10 Julia Quinn kite. She did not fight him as he pulled her to the surface; indeed, she had already lost consciousness and was nothing more than a dead weight in his arms. They broke out into the air, and he took great, big gasps to fill his burning lungs.
For a moment he could do nothing but breathe, his body recognizing that it had to save itself before he could save anyone else. With frantic movements he felt in front of her face for air, but there was none emerging from her lips.
Nothing happened at first, but after the fourth violent thrust, she coughed, and a stream of murky water erupted from her mouth. He turned her over quickly. Then she began to suck in air, her lungs forcing her to live, even when her soul desired something else. He may not have loved her, but he did not want her death. She blinked, her eyes unfocused.
How dare she refuse his rescue? Would she give up on life just because she was sad? Did her melancholy amount to more than their two children? In the balance of life, did a bad mood weigh more than their need for a mother?
She was breathing now, and clearly in possession of her faculties, misguided though they may be. There was no need to treat her like a delicate flower. And as Phillip carried his burden home, all he could think was how apt those words were. In a way, it seemed to sum up her entire life. By nightfall, it became apparent that fever might succeed where the lake had failed. Hurley, his housekeeper, had stripped her of her icy garments and tried to warm her beneath the goose-down quilt that had been the centerpiece of her trousseau eight years earlier.
Hurley had gasped when he staggered through the kitchen door. Hurley gave him a look that was somehow dubious and sympathetic all at the same time, and he knew that she knew the truth.
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She had shooed him out of the room once they had Marina in bed, insisting that he change his own clothing before he caught his death as well. That was his place as her husband, he thought guiltily, a place he had avoided in recent years.
It was depressing to be with Marina. It was hard. He mopped her brow when she began to perspire, tried to pour lukewarm broth down her throat when she was calm. He told her to fight, even though he knew his words fell on deaf ears. Three days later she was dead. He sat in their nursery, his large frame too big for any of their tot-sized chairs. But he sat, anyway, twisted like a pretzel, and forced himself to meet their gazes as he wrenched out the words. They said little, which was unlike them.
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He loved them so much, and he failed them in so many ways. He barely knew how to be a father to them; how in hell was he meant to take on the role of mother as well?
Amanda nodded her agreement, her little blond 14 Julia Quinn head bobbing up and down. It was what Marina had wanted, after all. Maybe it was all she had wanted all along. They looked so small, sitting there on a bed that was clearly too high for them. Phillip frowned. What if they fell off in the night? Or maybe they were too big for all that. Maybe they never had. Maybe he truly was an abominable father.
Maybe he should know these things. He closed his eyes and sighed. Maybe he should stop thinking quite so much and simply try his best and be happy with that. They looked so small in his grasp, so fragile.
It was empty again. Funny how a whiskey glass could go empty even after one filled it four times. He hated remembering. Was it the dive underwater or the moment Mrs. Or was it his children, the sorrow on their faces, the fear in their eyes? He lifted the glass to his lips, letting the final drops slide into his mouth. The worst part was definitely his children. They needed more. They needed someone who knew how to be a parent, who knew how to speak to them and understand them and get them to mind and behave.
It was too soon, of course. He sighed, slumping in his seat. He needed a wife. Almost any wife would do. She just had to be happy. Was that so much to want in a wife? A smile, at least once a day. Maybe even the sound of her laughter?
Or at least pretend so well that they never knew the difference. Miles Carter, his secretary, was poking his head in. He dismissed Miles with a nod, then picked up his letter opener and slid it under the wax. A single sheet of paper slipped out.
Phillip rubbed it between his fingers. High quality. Heavy, too, a clear sign that the sender need not economize to reduce franking costs.
Then he turned it over and read: No. Although it has been many years since I last saw Marina, I remember her fondly and was deeply saddened to hear of her passing.
Please do not hesitate to write if there is anything I can do to ease your pain at this difficult time. Did Marina have Bridgerton cousins? She must have done, if one of them was sending him a letter. He sighed, then surprised himself by reaching for his own stationery and quill.
It seemed most of her friends and family had forgotten her since her marriage. Miss Bridgerton deserved a reply. And so, with a weary breath, he put his quill to paper. It was thoughtful of you to take the time to write to a gentleman you have never met. I offer you this pressed flower as thanks. It is naught but the simple red campion Silene dioica , but it brightens the fields here in Gloucestershire, and indeed seems to have arrived early this year.
And although everyone penned a short note in reply—she was a Bridgerton, of course, and no one wanted to offend a Bridgerton—never had anyone enclosed a gift, even something so humble as a pressed flower.
Eloise closed her eyes, picturing the delicate pink 20 Julia Quinn petals. It was hard to imagine a man handling such a fragile bloom. Her four brothers were all big, strong men, with broad shoulders and large hands that would surely mangle the poor thing in a heartbeat. Dear Sir Phillip— Thank you so very much for the charming pressed flower.
It was such a lovely surprise when it floated out of the envelope. And such a precious memento of dear Marina, as well. Are you a botanist? Yours, Miss Eloise Bridgerton It was sneaky of her to end her letter with a question. Now the poor man would be forced to respond again.
He did not disappoint her. It had taken only ten days for Eloise to receive his reply. Dear Miss Bridgerton— Indeed I am a botanist, trained at Cambridge, although I am not currently connected with any university or scientific board. I conduct experiments here at Romney Hall, in my own greenhouse. Are you of a scientific bent as well? Yours, Sir Phillip Crane To Sir Phillip, With Love 21 Something about the correspondence was thrilling; perhaps it was simply the excitement of finding someone not related to her who actually seemed eager to conduct a written dialogue.
Whatever it was, Eloise wrote back immediately. My interests lie more in the humanities; you may have noticed that I enjoy penning letters. Her answer came a fortnight later. I have enclosed another flower for you.
This one is Geranium pratense, more commonly known as the meadow cranesbill. She had sat in her chair, the one by the window in her bedchamber, and stared at the carefully pressed purple flower for what seemed like an eternity. Was he attempting to court her?
Through the post? And then one day she received a note that was quite different from the rest. My dear Miss Bridgerton— We have been corresponding now for quite some time, and although we have never formally met, I feel as if I know you. I hope you feel the same. Forgive me if I am too bold, but I am writing to invite you to visit me here at Romney Hall. It is my hope that after a suitable period of time, we might decide that we will suit, and you will consent to be my wife.
You will, of course, be properly chaperoned. If you accept my invitation, I will make immediate plans to bring my widowed aunt to Romney Hall. I do hope you will consider my proposal.
Yours, as always, Phillip Crane Eloise had immediately tucked the letter away in a drawer, unable to even fathom his request. They did know one another. How many had there been? At least six. Was that so much to expect? She shook her head, aware that she sounded silly and spoiled. She just needed someone perfect for her. She knew what the society matrons said about her.
She was too demanding, worse than foolish. They said she already was a spinster, which was true. She had the most marvelous family one could imagine—seven brothers and sisters in all, named alphabetically, which put her right in the middle at E, with four older and three younger.
She sighed, suddenly feeling quite a bit older than her twenty-eight years. Maybe a marriage based on mutual respect and companionship was better than none at all. But it was difficult to talk about these feelings with anyone. Her mother had spent so many years urging her to find a husband; as much as Eloise adored her, it would be difficult to eat crow and say that she should have listened.
Her brothers would have been no help whatsoever. Anthony, the eldest, would probably have taken it upon himself to personally select a suitable mate and then browbeat the poor man into submission. Benedict was too much of a dreamer, and besides, he almost never came down to London anymore, preferring the quiet of the country. As for Colin—well, that was another story entirely, quite worthy of its own paragraph.
She supposed she should have talked to Daphne, but every time she went to see her, her elder sister was so bloody happy, so blissfully in love with her husband and her life as mother to her brood of four.
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And Francesca seemed half a world away, off in Scotland. And maybe all this was why her correspondence with Sir Phillip had become such a guilty pleasure.
The Bridgertons were a large family, loud and boisterous. It was nearly impossible to keep anything a secret, especially from her sisters, the youngest of whom—Hyacinth—could probably have won the war against Napoleon in half the time if His Majesty had only thought to draft her into the espionage service. Sir Phillip was, in his own strange way, hers. His letters were bundled and tied with a purple ribbon, hidden at the bottom of her middle desk drawer, tucked underneath the piles of stationery she used for her many letters.
He was her secret. If ever there was a perfect man, surely it had to be the Sir Phillip Crane of her imagination. And now he wanted to meet? Was he mad? And ruin what had to be the perfect courtship? But then the impossible had occurred. If the moon had suddenly dropped from the sky and landed in her back garden, Eloise could not have been more surprised.
Truly, she was. And she was happy for Colin, too. They were quite possibly her two most favorite people in the entire world, and she was thrilled that they had found happiness. No one deserved it more. It was acceptable—almost daring, even—to be twenty-eight and unmarried as long as Penelope was twenty-eight and unmarried, as well. Eloise knew that Penelope was wonderful and kind and smart and witty, but the gentlemen of the ton had never seemed to notice. In all her years in society— eleven in all—Penelope had not received one proposal of marriage.The Bridgertons were a large family, loud and boisterous.
She looked over at Sir Phillip and was somewhat gratified to see that he was doing the same. He rather liked Miles. No one. Phillip turned back to his soup, feeling very pleased with himself. And you should watch your step. Eloise had no idea how her mother had managed. In the myth that julia quinn's booksin one book only original? She drove him wild. It was rare for Marina to venture outside.
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