دانلود رمان انگلیسی “ارباب قلب گمشده 3” – عهد نانوشته ارلز

“Shall we dance, my lady?” A warm tremor passed through Nora as she took Lord Hampshire’s outstretched hand. “Thank you, Lord Hampshire,” she said, aware that both her mother and sister stood nearby, no doubt watching this interaction with careful eyes. “I should be delighted.” It had been a month since their first introduction, and within that time, Nora had been drawn, by slow and undeniable degrees, to Lord Hampshire. When he had come to take tea for the first time, her mother, Lady Somerset, had declared him the handsomest gentleman in all of London and had spoken aloud of her hopes that Nora would soon find herself wed to him. Nora had laughed at this, telling her mother that she thought that a little too hasty, whilst, at the same time, harboring the very same hopes. “The waltz has always been a dance I enjoy.” Lord Hampshire’s hazel eyes warmed as he stepped back to bow. “But to dance it with you makes it all the more wonderful.” The ballroom was stifling. Candles blazed in their hundreds from the twin chandeliers overhead, their flames doubled in the great gilded mirrors that lined the western wall, so the light seemed to come from everywhere at once. Beeswax and warm perfume thickened the air until drawing breath felt like drinking in the heat itself. Nora could feel the press of the crowd at her back — the jostle of satin sleeves, the murmur of gossip that ran beneath the music like a second melody — but all of it receded when Lord Hampshire turned toward her.