The Pursuit of Marriage
Chapter One
An independent, stubborn woman is surely
God's revenge upon an unsuspecting mankind.
L. Effington
Spring 1821
"Do you see them yet?" Miss Cassandra Effington
shielded her eyes against the late morning sun and
gazed into the distance.
"No." Anthony, Viscount St. Stephens, shook his
head. "Any minute now, I should think. As I understand
it, the course is not overly long."
"And did you wager a great deal on the outcome?"
his wife, the former Miss Philadelphia Effington --
Delia to her closest friends -- said coolly.
"Not a great deal." He chuckled and slanted her an
amused glance. "Did you?"
"Nothing of significance." Delia grinned. "And
only with Cassie, so it scarcely counts."
"It most certainly does count," Cassie said firmly.
"I fully expect you to pay promptly when you lose."
St. Stephens laughed. "Dare I ask which of you wagered
on your brother and which chose Lord
Berkley?"
"I, for one, would never wager against a member of
the family." Delia's voice was firm. "Beyond that,
Christian is an excellent rider with a fine eye for
horseflesh."
"Christian is overly arrogant, although I daresay no
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