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The Impossible Earl
by
Sarah Westleigh
MILLS BOON
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Would nothing deter her?
He smiled on a sudden thought. "You have not yet seen the
accommodation, Miss Vincent," he reminded her.
"Nor have I inspected your gambling hell," she returned with patently
false affability. "At what hour do you close?"
"At three in the morning, Miss Vincent." His lips twitched with quite
irrepressible amusement. "You are determined to stay? It would be
highly improper in you to do so."
 
Sarah Westleigh has enjoyed a varied life. Working as a local
government officer in London, she qualified as a chartered quantity
surveyor. She assisted her husband in his chartered accountancy
practice, at the same time managing an employment agency. Moving to
Devon, she finally found time to write, publishing short stories and
articles, before discovering historical novels.
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First published in Great Britain 1997
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Sarah Westleigh 1997
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Chapter One
"A legacy?"
The faint frown which appeared between Leonora's well-defined brows
served only to emphasise her excellent complexion and its general
freedom from lines. Her eyes, grey liberally flecked with blue and
green within a dark outer rim, widened on the elderly solicitor, who
had written for an appointment and undertaken the long and tiring
journey from London to Buckinghamshire especially to see her.
Mr. Warwick wiped the lenses of his spectacles and put them back on
his bulbous, large-pored nose, winding the wires of the frame about his
ears.
"Did you not expect it, Miss Vincent?" he asked, his watery blue eyes,
set beneath white brows, surprised. "Mr. Charles Vincent did not
inform you of his intention to name you as his heir?"
"No," said Leonora. She made a quick gesture with her hands. "He was
kind to me as a child, but I have not seen or heard from my great-uncle
for many years. I had supposed that my uncle the Earl would have
benefited upon Uncle Vincent's death."
She sat on a sofa in the morning room of Thornestone Park, her feet
together, her hands folded neatly on the dove-grey muslin of her gown.
On no account must she show the excitement, the elation growing inside
her. Her Uncle Vincent, the Honourable Charles Vincent, younger
brother to her grandfather, who had been the Earl of Chelstoke, had not
been rich, but as far as he knew he had not been stricken by poverty
either.
There should be something to come--unless, of course, he had died
heavily in debt, like his nephew her father. That disaster had left
the Honourable Peregrine Vincent's wife and daughter homeless and
penniless. His wife had not possessed the strength of character to
survive and had speedily followed her husband to the grave.
Leonora, on the threshold of life, made of sterner stuff and valuing
above everything her independence, had come here, to Thornestone Park,
as governess to Mr. and Mrs. Hubert Farling's two daughters. She had
not thought to be trapped for seven long years but now, suddenly, when
she was almost at her last prayers and faced with the problem of
finding another, most probably uncongenial, position, the prospect of
freedom seemed something too precious to be hoped for.
"As I understood my client's mind, Miss Vincent," went on the lawyer in
his dry voice, 'he remembered you with great affection. Knowing that
you had not been offered a home with your uncle the Earl and had not
yet found a husband to provide for you, he sought to ease your
situation with this legacy."
"My uncle did offer me a home," said Leonora honestly.
"But you did not accept?"
"No. I would rather earn my living as a governess than live as a poor
relation at the beck and call of Lady Chelstoke and her brood."
A faint smile touched the whisk cry lips of the lawyer. "I see. I
 
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