Chapter 1
KATHLEEN stood alone on the crest of the hill. A breeze
tugged at the skirt of her black silk dress， and her long red-
gold hair whipped across her face. That face， lovely
to start any man s heart racing， was filled with
enough lar-e emerald eyes renecred the color of
sorrow ~ net 5
Irish sea into which she tearfully stared. ~ne was a-
si ht even in her mourning dress， with her
arresu.ng g ，:-.a in silhouette as the wind
beautttm young ngure uu ，~.-， a ~，，，， hieh breasts.
molded her dress against her tmgm a
Atms clutched tightly at her waist， she valiantly blinked
away the tears that clung to her long， dark eyelash~s and
traced a path silently down her cheeks. A shudder ran
through her slim frame as she tried to quell the sobs which
threatened to start anew.
\"Mistress Kathleen， tis thne to go. The carriage is
and waiting Mrs Dunley sent me to fetch ye.\"
loaded . ~ .\" ，a~-I.， man climbing
The girl turned to nod sacuy to the c，，*~* ~
the hill toward her. \"Thank you， George. I m coming，
I have to o anywhere at all when
though Lord knows V~hnYe home agnd friends here.\" She
I have a perfectly
sighed. \"But， no! They are determined to send me half-
the world to a wilderness full of Indians and
way. acro~ ， __a ，*l~，ives I ve never laid eyes on;
crude backwoodsmen.， aL，，，~ ，~，-~ t\" She stopped
t doesn t make a tinker s lot ot sense t，， ;，，-.， c?_:.
lht，，， h，-~cent to stamo her small booted toot tot empn~*~，
~ :* . ， ，， A_.a ，hat s another burr under my
tIlen continued， ~a，u *
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