The Work of Art: A Regency Romance: 1 de Mimi Matthews
Nor I you, sir.” She gave him a small smile. “Goodbye, Captain Heywood.” Arthur stared at her. He knew then, as sure as anything, that he was never going to see her again. “Goodbye, Miss Satterthwaite.” The words had a stark finality to them, and as he watched her walk away, all of the cold and darkness of his life once again enveloped him. Whatever small degree of light and warmth that had been his by virtue of proximity to Phyllida Satterthwaite was snuffed out as easily as a candle.
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