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They had two adopted children already.
She had a choice.
Certainly she had been under a lot of stress.
All the papers had been signed and the money provided.
A nearby steeple had been broken off short and the fragments lay heaped beside it.Advertisement
I wish we had never come here.
But they had no handkerchiefs, either.
Would she ever outgrow the things mama had taught her?
But it is a long time since I have had any sleep, and I'm tired.
He had climbed many a tree when he was a boy.Advertisement
Carmen had already spoken to Mums about it.
He had crossed it.
What had they done?
Alex had provided the money to remodel the home, but insisted that it stay in her name only.
He had just entered, wearing an embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a serene expression on his flat face.Advertisement
Maybe Lathum had a point.
He was not a very large man, but was well formed and had a beautiful face--calm and serene as the face of a fine portrait.
She had to regain control.
When he had finished, he bowed, and waited, hoping that he would be rewarded.
Carmen had given Josh no encouragement.Advertisement
She had to act now.
But in the excitement of carrying me to church my father lost the name on the way, very naturally, since it was one in which he had declined to have a part.
Anna Pavlovna had had a cough for some days.
Each stick was carefully mortised or tenoned by its stump, for I had borrowed other tools by this time.
In fact, he had given her strict orders not to lift anything.Advertisement
They had walked a mile or two towards home, when they came to the edge of a narrow and deep ravine.
He had a lot of investments and...
She had the most expressive face he had ever seen.
I had no idea.
Some time later, the shepherd went to the city and told the king that the children had learned to speak one word, but how or from whom, he did not know.
Mom always had a good relationship with her sister and brother.
The crowd drew up to the large table, at which sat gray-haired or bald seventy-year-old magnates, uniformed and besashed almost all of whom Pierre had seen in their own homes with their buffoons, or playing boston at the clubs.
She had enough for the entire family.
Anyway, Mom had a brother and a sister.
He had simply avoided it.
In a few minutes they had forgotten about the birds.
He sent out among the poor people of the city and found two little babies who had never heard a word spoken.
I determined to go into business at once, and not wait to acquire the usual capital, using such slender means as I had already got.
Long dark lashes and black curly hair - he had it all.
There had to be more.
Had the carpenters stopped working on the room?
I knew my own mind well enough and always had my own way, even if I had to fight tooth and nail for it.
I hadn't planned on it.
She had forgotten about him.
He hadn't caused the miscarriage.
The hardwood floor had not been stained.
The little girl stood still to watch until the train had disappeared around a curve; then she turned to see where she was.
People have always had the drive and the ability to build, create, discover, and explore.
So far her prayers had been unanswered.
When Carmen's father died, she thought she was alone in the world, yet all these people had been there for her.
Surely he had a simple checkbook file.
Still, he had the right to know.
I had hoped that you would resolve your problem, but it seems to have no end.
She had accepted the idea that she would never know this moment.
His father and grandfather and great-grandfather had all been shepherds.
Many wise men and poets and musicians had also been invited.
If you had looked ahead fifty years to 1240, you wouldn't have anticipated much change.
I too had woven a kind of basket of a delicate texture, but I had not made it worth any one's while to buy them.
This general, hating Barclay, rode to visit a friend of his own, a corps commander, and, having spent the day with him, returned to Barclay and condemned, as unsuitable from every point of view, the battleground he had not seen.
Alex was supposed to be sterile, but they had been wrong about that.
Even so, she had accepted it in her mind to a degree.
Alex had destroyed it then with suspicion and accusations.
Right or wrong, the decision had been made.
If Alex knew that, he gave no indication - and she had no intention of telling him.
Carmen glanced quickly outside to see if the threatening snow had arrived.
But then, he had reason - in his head - to believe it wasn't his.
The unknown can be worse than reality, and she had no idea what to expect on the flight.
Why hadn't it occurred to her that Jonathan might feel he was being replaced?
Maybe not, but it would have made a difference if I had known how you felt.
He had indicated enough times that he would like to see her in something a little more feminine and fashionable.
Had anyone actually told her that or had she merely assumed it?
As always, he had been there when she needed him.
Maybe Katie wasn't the only one who had been overlooked by Señor Medena when it came to inheritance.
Carmen refrained from looking at Alex or displaying the shock she felt at the introduction of two more siblings he had never mentioned - an entire family.
They had never been anywhere else overnight together.
But I have said they did not know you had a wound.
Would it have been better if I had fallen off and broken my neck?
How long had Morino lived in America?
Carmen, how long has she had this fever?
Len had regained his composure.
His voice had an annoyed edge.
Assured that it had not, she turned back to him.
With everything going on, Carmen didn't have time to worry about flying, but when they were all sitting at the airport, she finally had time to stew over it.
She gazed out the window as if she hadn't noticed anything unusual.
The last time he made a business trip to Columbia, he had said they needed the money.
I was thinking about buying a new vehicle and wondered if we had the money, so I looked at his financial information on the computer.
He also had a sense of responsibility about it.
Five years ago that day she had met Alex.
Her first thought was that it was a puppy someone had dropped off.
It was the romancing that had suffered.
The moment had made him acutely aware of the instinct to replicate.
It was a moment that lay in her stomach like a week-long hunger, regardless of the fact that they had been gone only minutes.
I wish I had known.
She had to come up with something better than that.
She had to get a car as soon as possible.
They had talked in front of her, so it couldn't be what she thought.
How much had Sarah heard?
But during the first nineteen months of my life I had caught glimpses of broad, green fields, a luminous sky, trees and flowers which the darkness that followed could not wholly blot out.
Standing before the mirror, as I had seen others do, I anointed mine head with oil and covered my face thickly with powder.
Inspired, perhaps, by Master Gobbler's success, we carried off to the woodpile a cake which the cook had just frosted, and ate every bit of it.
The Indians had advanced so far as to regulate the effect of the wind by a mat suspended over the hole in the roof and moved by a string.
But scarcely had Pierre uttered these words before he was attacked from three sides.
Many voices shouted and talked at the same time, so that Count Rostov had not time to signify his approval of them all, and the group increased, dispersed, re-formed, and then moved with a hum of talk into the largest hall and to the big table.
Glinka, the editor of the Russian Messenger, who was recognized (cries of "author! author!" were heard in the crowd), said that "hell must be repulsed by hell," and that he had seen a child smiling at lightning flashes and thunderclaps, but "we will not be that child."
He stood at the back, and, though he had heard hardly anything, understood everything in his own way.
In fact, at times she had been almost brutally clear that she was no longer interested in him.
Thanks to Alex, that chore had been turned into a simple twist of a knob.
Katie said that was because Carmen had been raised poor and had become frugal.
As busy as she was, time had to be set aside for play with Destiny.
For one terrifying moment the enormity of what they had done brought her close to panic.
Maybe she would have if she hadn't been shoving it from her mind.
In fact, she had made a different decision about it so many times that his head must be spinning.
It wouldn't have been so much fun for him if she had reacted the way he did when she told him she was pregnant.
He had seemed amused by her modesty in the past, and yet it had obviously troubled him.
I just didn't see any point in spending money on new clothes when my old ones still had a lot of wear in them.
When they finally got on the plane, she and Jonathan had a window seat - Jonathan in front of her.
Felipa looked to be in her early twenties and had a sunshine smile that made Carmen feel welcome.
Alex had been hiding more than a father.
Felipa didn't seem to notice anything unusual in his attitude, so maybe he had always treated them that way.
Jonathan and Destiny's room had two twin beds in it, as well as a television.
Once again he had caught her ogling him.
Jonathan leaned forward so that he had a full view of Señor Medena.
How much had he told Señor Medena - or how little?
If I hadn't taken Destiny...
Alex had asked one of the men go into town and rent a car for them.
No wonder he had been so solemn lately.
Hadn't they talked enough?
It shouldn't be any surprise, since that was what suffered when he had been troubled in the past.
Right now she wished she hadn't started this romancing thing.
She had rehearsed her script earlier, but now the words evaded her.
They had been married almost five years, so... that meant the baby was conceived long before they met - about the time he and Tessa were going to get married.
No one had said anything about Dulce being married, either.
If Alex had known he had a son, things would have been different.
She said he had kicked her out, but refused to say why.
He said he wouldn't offer her any money until he had more facts.
She was the prettiest Appaloosa Carmen had ever seen.
Matthew had thick black hair, but Natalie's was blonde.
In the weeks of natural stimulation, she had been the one who was embarrassed.
He had an idea of how his father felt, fearing he would have to watch his little boy grow and not being able to be the provider.
I guess we both had a change of heart, didn't we?
In those last moments when it was too late, she had decided to go with them.
To an extent she had even been an accomplice.
Even so, she had never suspected the truth – the drugs.
What a fool she had been to come here.
There was no point in telling him she had intended to sleep in the car.
And why had he chosen her?
She had admired his work as long as she could remember.
Dodging cobwebs by the dozens, she pushed on until deciding she had reached a point behind the building.
She had fallen off a bluff.
He had offered her a perfect way out.
In fact, they held a tenderness she had never seen.
Had he heard her conversation with Sarah?
They had to get away from here - back to the house where there were other people.
They had climbed about fifty feet.
Before the half hour was ended he had written a very neat composition on his slate.
Mr. Finney had a turnip, And it grew, and it grew; It grew behind the barn, And the turnip did no harm.
How had he managed to drive all the frightened little animals into this place of safety?
Then he ordered his treasurer to pay the poet five hundred pieces of gold; for, indeed, the poem which he had recited was wonderfully fine.
Martha Washington understood my signs, and I seldom had any difficulty in making her do just as I wished.
There is actually no place in this village for a work of fine art, if any had come down to us, to stand, for our lives, our houses and streets, furnish no proper pedestal for it.
She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke beaucoup d'estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.
Pierre went up to the circle that had formed round the speaker and listened.
In the first place, I tell you we have no right to question the Emperor about that, and secondly, if the Russian nobility had that right, the Emperor could not answer such a question.
Their chairs made a scraping noise as the gentlemen who had conferred rose with apparent relief, and began walking up and down, arm in arm, to stretch their legs and converse in couples.
The day after his son had left, Prince Nicholas sent for Princess Mary to come to his study.
To be fair, his father hadn't made things any better by offering money to Alex and not his sister.
He picked up the newspaper she had set out for him and started to read.
Alex had directed the little he said to her only.
Actually, she hadn't thought how it looked to others - and there had never been any doubt in her mind that she was fortunate to have Alex.
Ultimately it had cost them a child and her ability to have more.
I heard they had the airport cleared for flights now that it's stopped snowing.
In a way, it was hard to believe it had been that long.
He had been unusually quiet and solemn lately.
But then, she had started it by shoving the pillow under her blouse.
The plants she had started in the house in March thrived.
Maybe she was right, and if Alex hadn't been such a perfect husband in every other way, she might have done it.
She was the country bumpkin that he had to drag everywhere or be accused of being insensitive.
Maybe it had something to do with his investments.
It was possible that his father had given up on him.
He had a family to support - and two more children on the way.
Later that night she woke and lay awake thinking about the way he had responded.
As a matter of fact, he hadn't said that since he spent half the night with his old flame.
If the boy had been his, how would his good intentions have made her husband feel?
Carmen had been his soul mate for a long time.
Well, for starters, I'd have had to compete with every other guy in school.
In spite of what Allen thought, no incriminating words had crossed her lips.
I hadn't thought of it that way.
At least he hadn't lied about the house... if it was actually his, and if the mother and daughter existed.
It had been in all the local papers, but she wasn't sure she could talk about it without getting emotional.
I've never had a maid.
Who else had he told?
Did he know she had spied on them?
She had to get back there and see what was in the building.
Why hadn't she anticipated these questions?
Had they recognized her?
Yet what had she seen?
Or maybe she had a suspicious mind.
Yancey had never mentioned the meeting with Allen.
How much had he heard?
No. I just had a bad dream.
Everyone had tried to tell her, but she wouldn't listen.
He had spoken earlier of last night.
I thought I had plenty of time.
Only luck had kept her from joining her family today.
Feeling guilty, she used the card Len had given her and dialed his number.
If Giddon had any such plans, he would soon find they were futile.
By the time she had cleaned the house and finished the laundry, the day was getting hot and sticky.
That didn't explain what she had seen at the building.
Did he actually tell his mother to get the cake, or had she decided on her own?
As she picked up one of his shirts, she smelled the same odor she had smelled last night.
She bent over and picked it up, discovering that it had a little white powder in the bottom.
She had forgotten who she was confiding in.
If Howard hadn't come along when he did, Allen might have killed you.
Strange he would want to defend Howard after he had tried to dig up information on him.
Maybe he was glad Allen had been exposed and he had not.
It was something she hadn't thought of in that way.
That and the fact that Howard had paid no attention to her while she was choking.
Yet Yancey had been frightened at the very thought of it.
It wasn't a relationship she had planned or wanted – until now.
Whether he had arranged things to work out this way or not, her resources had been cut seriously.
Howard had been alienated, and trusting anything with Connie was dubious.
She had to get into that building and find out if there was any chance of a relationship with Yancey.
She needed to get enrolled, but she had done nothing.
After all she had been through, journalism looked less attractive.
And yet, it had been her goal for over three years.
The line down the highway blurred for a second and she realized she had nearly fallen asleep.
Never in her life had she been so attracted to a man – so totally out of control in his presence.
No one was in the kitchen, but a note from Sarah explained that she and Tammy had gone to town shopping again.
The odor she had smelled earlier hung in the air.
She had a rough day yesterday.
She shivered, wondering what plan Yancey had for dealing with her.
In the meantime, she had to avoid Yancey while she thought up some excuse for leaving.
Difficult as it was to believe he was involved in something like this, it was even harder to believe he had no interest in her.
Maybe she had misjudged his intent.
Maybe he had no idea she had been there.
He knew she was not in the chair, but he had no way of knowing she had been to the building.
And now she had put herself in a position where she would be alone with him in the car.
Howard hadn't told her.
Yancey didn't get out, but he did wait until she had her car started before he turned his car around and headed back to the house.
She could have left then, and might have if curiosity hadn't gotten the best of her.
She had been a fool to think there was anything between them.
His expression softened when he saw she had been crying.
She used the same suit cases when she came and she had the same clothes, but it didn't look like there was enough room to put it all in.
I had my suspicions the day she fell from the cliff.
If she had asked about the building when we passed it, I might have figured she had never seen it, but she pretended she didn't notice.
Apparently her instincts had been correct when she suspected that he was trying to warn her.
His voice had an edge to it.
Maybe I would have if you hadn't retracted it as soon as you said it.
She had a lot of crow to eat and she wasn't feeling the least bit hungry.
Worst of all, she had probably ruined any chance she had with him.
She had created this problem and now it was hers to face alone.
The building she had spent more than a month trying to get into and now was the site of an open house.
I had to bring you here so I could paint a portrait.
I didn't think I had a chance of getting someone like you to sit for me.
The way it worked out, I had a sitter, mom had help and Tammy had a companion.
Later, when everyone had left, Yancey took Lisa's hands in his.
Yancey was his pseudonym, and the man she had grown to love.
Certainly he had enough moods to fit both.
What they had witnessed in the last hour required the silence of personal reflection.
Each of them had contributed in some way to that relationship.
Each had walked away with something.
Officer Quint had gained four new friends.
I've got to hand it to you Len; I had it figured completely different.
When he opened the glove box, I was sure he'd come out with a gun, but he had a little tablet instead.
I had already searched for the name Yancey Giddon, but found nothing.
I went to Lathum and told him what I had.
Lisa had time between when Howard left and Giddon arrived to call the police, but she didn't.
I knew he and Lisa had dated for a long time, and I knew they had a falling out, but I never thought he'd try to hurt her physically.
Once again he had caught her napping.
He hadn't been accepted as their roommate because he was pretty.
She'd always had problems putting on weight.
Of course, Julia had a lot of room to talk.
If Brandon hadn't shared his plans with the other girls, it wasn't her place to go blabbing them now.
There was no denying that Brandon was a private person - or that he had confided in her more than Rachel or Julia.
One thing she had plenty of was hair.
The few freckles she had were magnified, but the dark circles under her eyes were a surprise.
Not that Rachel had any reason to complain.
The petite brunette had certainly been blessed with her share of beauty.
I told her we had house rules; no hanky-panky, but she didn't believe me.
Hadn't she resigned herself to being the ugly duckling years ago?
If she hadn't grown out of it in twenty-one years, she wasn't likely to.
Of course, a little make-up and the right clothes could do wonders - which was a good way to wind up straying off the path she had mapped before she left home.
There were only three bedrooms, and because she had to get up the earliest, she was the lucky one to have a room of her own - with the exception of Brandon, of course.
What had come over him, anyway?
Lately he had seemed discontented.
Maybe his mood had more to do with feeling unappreciated.
Had they been taking him for granted?
Right now she only had time for school.
The house rules had been set up to protect the girls from him.
There was another reason she had been turning down Michael's invitations.
Roxanne had a set her cap for him and Adrienne had no intention of being the one to spoil her friends' plans.
Roxanne had everything; beauty, a good figure, and a sweet personality.
I thought you girls had some kind of a house rule.
He hadn't been his usual jocular self for the last three weeks, and now this spontaneous trip to see his parents - and inviting her along?
He deserved more than the sympathetic ear she had been lending him lately.
All the same, Brandon introduced them as his parents - and Adrienne as a friend he had met in Tulsa.
At the moment, she was fervently wishing she had stayed home.
Like her parents, Mr. & Mrs. Marsh had the kind of marriage she would like to have some day – happy.
It seemed that she had barely dropped off to sleep, before someone was pounding on her door.
Maybe they had time to get over the shock.
Don't you ever wish you had someone to share your troubles with?
Obviously he had forgotten it was there and he thought she had misread his intent.
If she only had a clue what was bothering him.
Come to think of it, he hadn't been out at all since they returned from his parent's house.
Her date with Michael had been uneventful and he hadn't asked her out since.
Julia and Rachel were looking forward to the event, and each had a boyfriend to drag along.
He scowled at the other girls, and his voice had an unfamiliar edge.
Did you know that the female gender had a guardian?
Was she merely a female to hold for the evening - or was this what he had been trying to tell her for so long?
That could be attributed greatly to the fact that she had avoided any relationships.
Then they were locked in a passionate embrace, seeking and finding the love they had been pushing aside for so long.
And yet, his lips had already told her in another way.
Why hadn't they noticed it was getting so much colder?
How could they have missed feeling the light flakes that had been kissing their cheeks?
If she hadn't been there in his arms only minutes ago, she never would have guessed he had been so aroused.
No wonder he had kept his feelings hidden from her for so long.
He had betrayed her.
All her plans were about to blow up – all this because she had allowed herself to be drawn into a relationship.
They had broken the rules.
What had she been thinking of all this time?
Obviously, she hadn't been doing much thinking at all.
Did you really think you had us fooled?
She had no intention of hopping into bed with Brandon before they were married - house rules or not.
Julia had her own ideas about morality, obviously.
She was going to have her lifelong dream as well as the dream she had recently developed - a life with Brandon.
In the last few weeks she had allowed herself to be distracted.
She had come this far, and nothing was going to stop her now.
Even your parents had to come up to see you.
Was he regretting that he had asked her to marry him?
They should have waited until after school was out, like she had suggested.
Hadn't she made it clear that she didn't want any distractions?
Dad had a heart attack this afternoon.
Something had to be done before he got them both killed.
Adrienne screamed, cramming her foot into the floor as if she, too, had a break pedal.
Without a word, he backed the car until they were close to the one that had pulled out in front of them.
You would have, if I hadn't been traveling so fast.
I just got word that my father had a heart attack.
If she had come up with Brandon when he asked, she would have been there when Mr. Marsh suffered the heart attack.
In a way, she had killed her own future father-in-law.
She had been selfish.
She had to retain her composure.
The only thing he had to say to me was that I should get you or Julia to pick me up.
If you had left when Brandon wanted you to, you still couldn't have done anything.
They all attended the funeral on Wednesday, and Brandon had little to say to any of them.
Mrs. Marsh had found one last reserve of uncontrollable sobs.
I feel awful that Dad had to die because I put my education before his health.
Nothing she had ever experienced in her life was more painful than that moment, knowing his pain and not being able to say a thing to help.
All this time he had to remain strong for his mother.
Now, here with her, he had finally felt comfortable enough to release his emotions.
Sure, they had spent more time wandering on the ranch, but that was only because Brandon wanted to get her alone.
Julia rarely had much to say about anything lately.