Anne Barbour

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Genres: Fiction
Adam Beech spoke noncommittally, crumbling a piece of bread onto his plate.
“Is that so?” responded Justin courteously, his voice equally colorless. “I must say, then, that, while making medical history confers a sort of distinction, I think I would rather pass on this one.”
Catherine drew in a sharp breath and glanced around at the other guests at her table. The vicar and his wife smiled sympathetically, while Squire Wadleigh harrumphed in agreement. Lord, John held them all in the palm of his shapely hand. (And when, she wondered in some irritation, had she taken to thinking of him by his first name?—or at least his pseudo-first name.) This was not the first time he had met those gathered in her home on a warm evening in late August. Since he had been a guest in her home, he had gone visiting with her and Grandmama more than once, and had been on hand to help receive callers on several occasions. The whole neighborhood, of course, had made it their business to come see the oddity cu
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