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He is rather here to shuffle about hunting fortunes.
You are only with one man. The other is--
Yes.
They are people, I suppose.
-What would you know of the Dark-- -The Dark Walk is merely a few steps away,
I should think not.
and you haven't bled.
Daphne deserves better.
Feast your eyes above
Miss Marina Thompson, a distant cousin of my husband's.
I was able to squeeze my waist into the size of an orange and a half
that reformed rakes make the very best of husbands.
You have managed to scare every worthy suitor away.
He made a mistake.
Of course not, my lord.
You must remember my daughter, Daphne.
are denied.
The Lord Berbrooke.
[indistinct murmuring]
She's lucky her gentleman agreed to a hasty marriage
[Eloise chuckles]
Oh! Is your plan to fuck her forever, your mistress?
Tell me, what others should ever want such damaged goods now?
the high praise she once afforded Miss Bridgerton…
and with no close female relative to sponsor her debut,
I do believe accosting me to be the least civilized of ways.
[dramatic music escalates]
[women gasp]
May God have mercy on their souls.
to Her Majesty the Queen.
Daphne!
Lady Danbury, I must ask you to accept my regrets.
Three misses foisted upon the marriage market
…you regarding subjects much too…
ever since I was a schoolboy, and you were…
Do you like my flower? We grow them in our very own garden.
[gasps]
Am I honestly to believe you do not already know my name?
[Lady Whistledown] Far better odds might exist
But when Lord Featherington hears of this,
What are you suggesting?
[Daphne sighs]
when he sweeps Miss Thompson off her pretty little slippered feet.
[suitors chatter indistinctly]
This is all I have been raised for.
Perhaps, Your Grace, it would be better
Come.
Hastings! The Duke of Hastings, now known for evermore.
We find ourselves seated beside each other, Miss Bridgerton.
-Please… -I suppose I should be happy.
every time you disappear.
bloodthirsty mamas at their sides…
What should be so terrible about Bloomsbury?
[Eloise groans lightly]
and no one else.
-Lord Berbrooke. -Tiny little things, are they not?
Dearest reader, the time has come to place our bets
[indistinct conversation]
Let me introduce my daughters, Miss Prudence Featherington,
the Right Honorable, the Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton.
Is there a reason I've yet to see you on the dance floor?