Nothing she had said or done to indicate her complete lack of interest in his suit had served to deter him in the least. Calvert had been courting her assiduously for most of the three months she had been visiting her great-aunt, Amanda Barton, at Boxhill. Neither of them seemed the least inclined to take a polite hint. Calvert of her disinterest as it had been to discourage Hercules. But so far it had been as impossible to convince Mr. She was no more in love with him than with Hercules, her great-aunt's pampered spaniel, who was curled blissfully beside her in the porch swing at that moment, his short red hairs shedding copiously all over the fragile white silk of her Empire-style gown. Michael Calvert was hardly more than a boy, perhaps a year or so younger than her own age of twenty-one. She looked down in dismay at the curly brown head bent over her hand. Calvert, impervious to her tugging, clung doggedly to her fingers as he sank to one knee before her. Calvert," Lilah murmured, trying to repossess herself of her hand. "Miss Remy-Delilah-you are in my thoughts night and day! Like that Delilah of old, you are an enchantress, and you have enchanted my heart! I…" But Joss San Pietro had vowed to possess the woman whose beauty haunted him and enslaved his body and soul! Lilah Remy would marry another, her days filled with anguish, her nights with torment. The cruel code of her plantation society forced her to renounce the man she could never forget.
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