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But he waited Had there been an observer standing in the ditch, that observer ht have found his face impassive, unreadable But to Philippa, his eyes spoke of deep love, a fierce passion, and just the tiniest amount of uncertainty

She fell to her knees and wound her arms around his neck "I was so afraid you wouldn’t co about her He kissed her ear and whispered so too hard to comprehend At last he tenderly picked her up and carried her into a field of buttercups, well away fro every part of her face he could reach until she si

When he reached her mouth, he kissed her until her breath was quick, not with sobs but with a quite different eain?"

"Of course I will ain "Yes, yes, yes!"

"My name," he said, sometime later, "is Jonas Jonas Berwick"

"My husband, Philippa said with great delight, "is a man named Jonas Berwick"

He shook his head

"No?"

"He’s a future doctor named Jonas Berwick And he owns an estate called Yarrow House, which was the gift of his brother"

Philippa sed "Oh, Wick"

"Jonas," he said "Wick was a entleland with his entirely English and altogether beautiful wife He is apparently connected to a royal fae and small country, no one paysdown her face, not from fear but from the deepest happiness

"I love you," he whispered "I love you so much, Philippa, my future wife The imprint of you is on my heart and will be there the day I die"

"You sound like a doctor, diagra your body," she whispered back

"I think you will not coram your body," he said, soft and low The flame rose between them instantly, and when Jonas rolled his future wife over, sinking into a patch of buttercups so they couldn’t be seen froue

Several e of joy that came to him every time he saw her face

Philippa was supine on their bed They had retired to their bedchaht, her cheeks pink and her chest still heaving