![]() ![]() ![]() Maybe for one day, but not for all of them. Faking an illness wouldn’t work this time. Cordingley-an odious man who always came with his lancet and bleeding bowl in hand. Even then, her parents insisted on summoning Dr. ![]() But she’d never done it for more than two days at a time. She’d done it before to get out of attending a ball or a dinner. Four excruciating days, and on every one of them, an equally excruciating society event. That left four days for her to get through on her own. Her three best friends were all out of town, with two of them not set to return until Sunday. He did the rest, which left her ample time to daydream. When cantering, Cossack required nothing more of her than that she maintain a light contact on the double reins. It was the big ebony gelding’s best gait-a steady, even stride, with a sway to it like a rocking chair. With a squeeze of her leg, she urged Cossack into a canter. Which was precisely why Julia preferred riding in the morning. Certainly not as many as during the fashionable hour. Some ladies and gentlemen chose to ride at this time of day, but not many. It was often the case at this time of morning-those early moments after break of dawn, when the air was misty cool and the rising sun was shining brightly to burn away the fog. And there were some humbly clad men and women tarrying along the viewing rail. Julia Wychwood was alone in Rotten Row, and that was exactly the way she liked it. ![]()
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