Glee and misery-she’d been bouncing between the two wildly divergent emotions. “Do you not find this kind of arrangement exceptionally distasteful?” Only a man who was himself being forced would wonder whether she, too, was under the same duress. The words left her in a spurt, like arterial bleeding. “May I ask you a question, my lord?” she heard herself say. They were coming to the end of the page he turned it just in time. “I am sure there are thirty-three-year-old men who make sixteen-year-olds tremble in romantic yearning, but my cousin was not one of them.” “It is far from unheard of for a girl to marry at sixteen.” “Do I-do I give the impression of being forced, sir?” Even her voice didn’t quite sound her own. But it could have been someone in the next house playing, so dimly did the music register. Her fingers continued to pressure the correct keys notes of various descriptions kept on sprouting. Ten thousand hours before the pianoforte was the only thing that kept Millie from coming to an abrupt halt.
“I’d like to know, Miss Graves, are you being forced into marriage?” He wanted to sit next to her so that they could hold a private conversation in a room full of their elders. “I’d like you to keep playing no matter what I say.”
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