"Freda Warrington - A Taste of Blood Wine" - читать интересную книгу автора (Warrington Freda)

her.
"All is not lost," Elizabeth went on, her tone gentle. "You still ought
to think about marriage, dear."
Charlotte had expected more vitriol about her social ineptitude, not
this turn in the conversation. "I don't see much point, Auntie. I'm

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not likely to get married and I don't really want to."
"You don't want to be on your own forever, dear, surely?"
"I shan't be on my own. I shall be with Father."
"But be practical, dear. He won't live forever. What are you going to
do when he dies?"
Charlotte was shocked that Elizabeth could make such a bald
statement about her own brother. "Lots of women are alone these
days."
"Yes, the War changed everything, you don't have to tell me that.
Some women have to look after themselves, but there's no need to
do it if you don't have to."
"I don't understand. I'm hopeless at making friends, especially men
friends. When you said it's my own fault, and no one would want to
marry me, you were probably right." She spoke quietly but there
was an edge of bitterness in her voice.
"Oh, that was just the heat of the moment, I expect. I shouldn't be
too sure of it." Elizabeth's lips formed a cupid's bow smile that
erased all the hardness from her face and made her radiantly pretty;
an older, darker-haired Fleur. "Think about it." And she patted
Charlotte's arm, and left.
Charlotte could not think what her aunt was implying. She was not
even sure she wanted to know. It was hard enough to let her own
relatives near her. The thought of some man invading her life in a
far more intimate way was repellent.
Suddenly she knew the source of the pain that was tightening inside
her like a spring. She wanted love, but some internal mechanism

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was locking her away from it. Her eyes widened and her fingernails
dug into the paint of the windowsill. I'm doing this to myself, but I
can't stop.
There was a fatal flaw inside her that was dooming her to a cold and
loveless existence, and it was no one's fault except her own.