“You know perfectly well Lisette sends me books. “Where have you learned to discuss such unladylike subjects, Miss Manchester?” Adam demanded, admiring her intelligence in spite of himself.ĭeborah's lavender eyes danced, reminding him of her mother, dead for over ten years. A woman can believe in equal rights for her sex, even if she doesn't advocate free love.” She went on calmly, “When I marry a man, I expect it will be as binding on him as on me. “I know about their free-love notions, and I don't approve of them.” “And just what does a gently reared young lady know about such libertines as that disgraceful Englishman Shelley?” Adam asked indignantly. “You don't object to what Mary Wollstonecraft says, only to the fact that she's related to the scandalous Shelleys.” “I can see that you're reading, but why read that degenerate book?”ĭeborah smiled with a serenity that belied her tender years and challenged her father. “Why, as you can plainly see, Father, I'm reading.”Īdam Manchester was a tall man with iron-gray hair and an austere face that frequently made subordinates at his bank quake in terror.
Making no attempt to hide the title, Deborah held the volume securely as she looked at her father. “Deborah Faith Manchester, what are you doing?” Adam Manchester thundered at his thirteen-year-old daughter, who was seated comfortably on the cushions in the library's big bay window, book in hand. No part of this ebook may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic means without the written permission of the publisher.
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