“Before
I left England, my father received a letter from Grandda telling him not to
worry, for my grandfather was making a vow to find me a husband. You, sir, seem to be the candidate for
groom.”
Matthew smiled broadly at the nonsense of that last sentence, but when
Berry’s face remained steadfastly serious he felt his smile collapse. “That’s ridiculous!”
“I’m glad we’re of a single mind on the subject.”
“I
don’t plan on being married to anyone,
anytime soon.”
“And before I marry I plan on making a living from my art.”
An impoverished spinster for life,
Matthew thought.
(from The Queen of
Bedlam by Robert McCammon)
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