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Red Lily

Red Lily

Titel: Red Lily
Autoren: Nora Roberts
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strode back into the sitting room. “And wait.”
    “Miss.” Havers spoke quietly as she helped the trembling woman to her feet. “Don’t be afraid now, no one’s going to hurt you.”
    “Please get my baby.” Her eyes pleaded as she gripped Havers’s hand. “Please bring him to me.”
    “There now, go on in, talk to Mrs. Harper. Ma’am, shall I serve tea?”
    “Certainly not,” Beatrice snapped. “Shut the door.”
    She walked to a pretty granite hearth and turned so thefire smoldered behind her, and her eyes stayed cold when the door shut quietly.
    “You are—were,” she corrected with a curl of her lips, “one of my husband’s whores.”
    “I’m Amelia Connor. I’ve come—”
    “I didn’t ask your name. It holds no interest for me, nor do you. I had assumed that women of your ilk, those who consider themselves mistresses rather than common trollops, had enough wit and style not to step their foot into the home of what they like to call their protector.”
    “Reginald. Is Reginald here?” She looked around, dazedly taking in the beautiful room with its painted lamps and velvet cushions. She couldn’t quite remember how she came to be here. All the frenzy and fury had drained out of her, leaving her cold and confused.
    “He is not at home, and you should consider yourself fortunate. I’m fully aware of your . . . relationship, and fully aware he terminated that relationship, and that you were handsomely recompensed.”
    “Reginald?” She saw him, in her fractured mind, standing in front of a hearth—not this one, no not this one. Her hearth, her parlor.
    Did you think I’d allow someone like you to raise my son?
    Son. Her son. James. “James. My son. I’ve come for James. I have his blanket in the carriage. I’ll take him home now.”
    “If you think I’ll give you money to ensure your silence on this unseemly matter, you’re very mistaken.”
    “I . . . I came for James.” A smile trembled on her lips as she stepped forward, arms outstretched. “He needs his mama.”
    “The bastard you bore, and that was forced on me is called Reginald, after his father.”
    “No, I named him James. They said he was dead, but Ihear him crying.” Concern covered her face as she looked around the room. “Do you hear him crying? I need to find him, sing him to sleep.”
    “You belong in an asylum. I could almost pity you.” Beatrice stood, the fire snapping at her back. “You have no more choice in this matter than I. But I, at least, am innocent. I am his wife. I have borne his children, children born within the bounds of marriage. I have suffered the loss of children, and my behavior has been above reproach. I have turned a blind eye, a deaf ear on the affairs of my husband, and given him not one cause for complaint. But I gave him no son, and that, that is my mortal sin.”
    Color rushed into her cheeks now, all fury. “Do you think I want your brat foisted on me? The bastard son of a whore who will call me mother? Who will inherit this?” She threw her hands out. “All of this. I wish he had died in your womb, and you with him.”
    “Give him to me, give him back to me. I have his blanket.” She looked down at her empty hands. “I have his blanket. I’ll take him away.”
    “It’s done. We’re prisoners in the same trap, but at least you deserve the punishment. I’ve done nothing.”
    “You can’t keep him; you don’t want him. You can’t have him.” She rushed forward, eyes wild, lips peeled. And the blow cracked across her cheek, knocking her back and to the floor.
    “You will leave this house.” Beatrice spoke quietly, calmly, as though giving a servant some minor duty. “You will never speak of this, or I will see to it that you’re put in the madhouse. My reputation will not be smeared by your ravings, I promise you. You will never come back here, never set foot in Harper House or on Harper property. You will never see the child—that will be your punishment, though it can never be enough in my mind.”

    “James. I will live here with James.”
    “You are mad,” Beatrice said with the faintest hint of amusement. “Go back to your whoring. I’m sure you’ll find a man who’ll be happy to plant another bastard in your belly.”
    She strode to the door, flung it open. “Havers!” She waited, ignoring the wailing sobs behind her. “Have Danby remove this thing from the house.”
    B UT SHE DID come back. They carried her out, ordered the
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