Dancing at Midnight by Julia Quinn

Author:Julia Quinn
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
ISBN: 9780380780754
Publisher: Avon
Published: 1995-11-01T07:00:00+00:00

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A few nights later Belle was cuddled up in her bed, several anthologies of poetry strewn around her. "He's not going to fool me with another 'Song—To Celia' again," she said to herself. "I'll be ready for him."

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notorious that she'd known "She Walks in Beauty."

A quick trip to the bookshop that afternoon had supplied her with

/Lyrical Ballads, /by William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge as well as /Songs of Innocence and Experience /by a rather obscure poet named William Blake. The proprietor assured her that Blake would someday find great fame and tried to sell her /The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

/in addition, but Belle had put her foot down, figuring that there was no way John would be able to find something romantic in /that./

/A /smile on her face, Belle opened up /Songs /and began to flip through the pages, reading aloud as she went along.

"Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?"

She pursed her lips and looked up. "This modern stuff is very strange."

Shaking her head, she turned back to the book.

/Thump!/

Belle caught her breath. What was that?

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/Thump!/

No doubt about it, someone was outside her window. Terror gripped her and she slid out of bed to the floor. On her hands and knees, she crawled across the room to her dressing table. With a quick glance to the window, she grabbed a pewter candlestick from Boston that Emma had given her as a birthday present a few years earlier.

Remaining close to the ground, Belle scooted over to the window. Careful to stay out of the intruder's line of vision, she climbed up onto a chair which was placed against the wall right next to the window. Shaking with fear, she waited.

The window creaked and then she saw it start to rise. A black gloved hand appeared on the windowsill.

Belle stopped breathing.

A second hand found its place next to the first, and then a firm body tumbled in soundlessly, somersaulting when it hit the floor.

Belle raised the candlestick, setting her aim for the prowler's head when he suddenly turned and looked up at her.

"Good God, woman! Are you trying to kill me?"

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"John?"

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