5/18/2023 0 Comments A duke of her own by eloisa james![]() ![]() “All of London knows that you swore not to marry anyone below the rank of a duke-and they don’t think well of you for it. “Everyone thinks you’re a snob,” her sister said flatly. “No reason.” Eleanor resorted to praying that Anne would run out of words, though she saw no sign of it. They flee in the other direction, and why shouldn’t they?” You look like a prude, and you jest and poke at men. But it’s your attitude that really matters. “There’s not a bit of your bosom to be seen, and your skirts are so long they’re practically dragging in the mud. How on earth had the years passed so quickly? Gideon was not hers, and that meant his children wouldn’t be either. It was just that she wanted Gideon’s children. “You aren’t wearing even a touch of face paint, are you?” ![]() In my experience, men are not terribly perceptive.” She leaned forward, peering. “Just when are you planning to marry? At age twenty-five, or thirty? Who will marry you when you’re that old, Eleanor? You may be beautiful, but if you don’t make an effort, no one will notice. Eleanor felt as if the air actually burned her lungs. ![]()
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