Chapters (45)
- FIRST WALTZ
- Also by
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- EPILOGUE
- AUTHOR’S NOTES
Finally, it was time to kill the bitch. Dobbins had gone by the massive church they called St. George’s a few times during the past two days. It seemed like it was always busy with weddings. One after another, all morning long. Fancy carriages came and let people out, then waited until the same people were ready to leave. It was nothin’ at all like a village wedding, where everyone showed up and stayed outside, talking for a bit. These people got in and got out in a rush. But like a village wedding, anyone could walk in and watch the couple get married. He sat through a couple of the ceremonies to see how it worked. Unfortunately, it looked like he’d have to kill her in the church. He wasn’t a religious man, but he knew he’d probably go to hell for that. But he couldn’t see how hell could be any worse than his life now. He’d gone down to the docks and almost hired on as a seaman to America. But this was his home and he didn’t want to leave. He just wanted his life back. He finished his piece of bread and set out early, walking to the church near Hanover Square. As he expected, there were a lot of folks around for a nob’s wedding.
“I’ll wager we’ll see a duke today,” one old woman said.
“How do ye know that?” another woman asked.
“Been to a lot of these Worthington weddings, I have.” The old woman’s grin showed her missing teeth. “All the brothers and sisters come to the church.”
“Lud! That’ll be a show, won’t it?”
“Always is.” The old woman nodded. “Be close to get the vails they give out. Right generous they are.”
“When’ll they be here?” the other woman asked.
“Can’t say, but you’ll see all the carriages.”
The fools always brought money to give to the people hanging around. Dobbins found a place against the building. When she got there he’d go to the church door and wait. If he killed her outside the door, it wouldn’t be as much of a sin. Once she was dead, everything’d go back to the way it should be. An hour later he watched a couple go off and another coach arrive, but there was no one in it. A few minutes later some nobs came out of the church, followed by a couple. Other people joined them when the couple got in the carriage. So much for thinking he’d be able to do it outside the door. He’d never get to Lady Eleanor standing here. He had to get into the church.
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