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Автор: Anne Gracie
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon Historical
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      Mr. Devenish danced her across the room in a dazzling display of virtuosity and masculine energy,

      twirling her and twirling her until she was quite dizzy with pleasure and delight.

      Kit had danced the waltz several times before, but she suddenly realized why it had been regarded as so scandalous. When danced like this, caught up hard in the grip of a strong masterful man, twirling in his arms until you lost awareness of anything except the music and the man, the experience was utterly intoxicating.

      Kit simply gave herself up to the magic of the dance. And the man. The world blurred around her in a glittering rainbow, the music spun through her brain in a melody of magic, and all that anchored her to the ground was the hard, strong body of a tall dark man.

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      An Honorable Thief

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      Contents

       Prologue

       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

      Prologue

      Near Batavia, on the island of Java, Dutch East Indies. 1815

      “Promise!” The dying man grabbed her arm in a hard-fingered grip. Promise me, damn you, girl!

      Kit Smith winced under the pressure. She glanced down at her father’s thin, elegant fingers biting into her flesh. Gentleman’s fingers. White, soft, aristocratic, seeming too fine even for the heavy ring he wore. Refined hands, good for lifting a lady’s hand to be kissed. For gesturing in an amusing fashion to illustrate a sophisticated story. White-skinned, blue-veined hands. Hands which had never done a hard day’s labour in their life. Hands which excelled at the shuffling and dealing of cards…the clever, extremely discreet dealing of cards…

      Kit bit her lip and tried to ease her arm from under the punishing grip. He did not know his own strength, that was Papa’s trouble.

      People didn’t when they were dying.

      “Promise me!”

      Kit said nothing. With her other hand she picked up a linen cloth and wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth.

      “Dammit, girl, I want that promise!” He searched her face angrily. “It’s not as if I’m asking you to do anything you haven’t done a hundred times or more in your life!”

      Kit gently shook her head. “I cannot, Papa.”

      He flung her hand aside in disgust. “Bah! I don’t know why I bothered even asking you. My daughter!” The scorn in his voice lanced through Kit. “My only living child! She, who has refused to help her father since she turned thirteen!”

      “Hush, Papa, do not try to talk. Save your strength.”

      “Be damned to it…I’m dying, girl…and I’ll not…be hushed. By sunset tonight—” He spat blood and lay gasping for breath before he could continue. “Dying, curse it…and without a son to…” He rolled his head away from her, muttering, “Nothing but a daughter, a useless daughter—”

      Kit did not respond; she told herself she was inured to the pain of his tirade on the uselessness of daughters. She’d heard it all her life.

      Her maidservant and companion, Maggie Bone, bustled in, carrying a pile of clean linen and a bowl of fresh water. Kit nodded her thanks and, as Maggie removed the blood-soaked wad of linen, Kit pressed a fresh pad against the wound in his chest.

      “Done for, curse it.” He gave a snort of bitter laughter. “And by some clod of a colonial lout! Me! In whom the finest English blood flows…”

      Kit pressed harder, willing the flow to stop.

      “Not so hard, girl!”

      Kit eased the pressure slightly. In moments fresh,