The Price of Indiscretion
Chapter One
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"No, I absolutely will not do it," Miranda Cameron told her sisters, Charlotte and Constance. "I don't want to marry." She attempted
to yank her arm away from her oldest sister's hold and hurry out the door, but Charlotte held fast.
They stood in the entrance hallway of Beardsley's, a popular but respectable inn located close to the New York docks, where Charlotte had caught Miranda before she could bolt out the door. A group of men had to squeeze by them on their way to the taproom. Aware of the curious glances,
Charlotte pulled Miranda into a corner, so as to shield their conversation from prying ears, and replied, "You must go. If you don't, we shall never
amount to anything. We are the granddaughters of an earl -- "
"One who drank and gambled his fortune away," Miranda shot back.
"As if the rest of them don't?" Charlotte said.
"How would you know?" Miranda challenged. "We've lived our lives in the Ohio Valley, not London. This is the farthest either of us has ever
traveled."
"I listen to everything I can about the nobility,"
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