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Lord John and the Private Matter

Sunday, October 6, 2019

Lord John and the Private Matter (2003) Diana Gabaldon

Set in London in 1757

I didn’t know what I was in the mood to read, so I fell back to Lord John.

He was inclined toward the simplicity of a Solomonic decree that would award half of Tim O’Connell to each woman, and rejected this notion only because of the time it would take and the fact that his rapier was completely unsuited to the task of such division. If the widows gave him any further difficulties, though, he was sending Tom to fetch a butcher’s cleaver upon the instant, he swore it.

Realizing that he was merely proxy to the true objects of her bereaved affections— the shades of Hector and his father— he withstood this barrage with patience. It was necessary for Lady Mumford to talk, he knew; however, as he had learned from experience, it was not really necessary for him to listen.

He clasped her hand warmly between his own, nodding and making periodical small noises of interest and assent, while taking in the rest of the assembly with brief glances past Lady Mumford’s lace-covered shoulders.

“The man reeks as though he had just emerged from a whorehouse, I swear. And he would keep touching me, the hound.”

“What would you know of whorehouses?” Grey demanded. Then he saw the gimlet gleam in the Countess’s eye and the slight curve of her lips. His mother delighted in answering rhetorical questions.

“No, don’t tell me,” he said hastily. “I don’t want to know.” The Countess pouted prettily, then folded her fan with a snap and pressed it against her lips in a token of silence.

Publisher: Delacorte Press
Rating: 8/10

Categories: 8/10, British, Historical, LGBT, Mystery, Re-Read, Sexual Content     Comments (0)    



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