“I’ve made up my mind,” young Richard announced two weeks later. “As your oldest brother, I’m going to call out George Crowninshield for trifling with my sister’s affections.”
Mary looked up from her sewing in disbelief. “What are you talking about?”
“That’s the longest sentence you’ve spoken in two weeks,” her brother crowed, staring back at her. “Crowninshield stopped calling and you stopped talking—what else am I to conclude?”
“Not that,” Mary stated bluntly. “I’m the one to blame. I told him not to call.”
“Then either you should be happier, or he should have kept calling.” Richard glared at her, as though trying to dissect her expression to find the truth buried within it. “Which is it, Mary?”
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