دانلود رمان انگلیسی “آخرین بانوی ب”

Lord Burnsby? A nasty old goat with three dead wives? He’s older than I am. For God’s sake, Genevieve, three dead wives.” My father’s cheeks had turned the color of a raspberry. I sighed. True, Burnsby was no one’s dream husband. He was close to seventy, with the weak jaw displayed by many of my countrymen. Yet since I couldn’t imagine feeling passionate about any man, his advanced age and chinless state were irrelevant. Belying my aristocratic upbringing, I am both cynical and blunt. My sister, Rosie, to the contrary, has her heart set on a blue-eyed husband who will fall deeply in love after their first waltz. Rich and titled goes without saying. Yet neither of us has a dowry. Having waltzed (and flirted) with many a blue-eyed bachelor who subsequently married for money, I couldn’t bear the idea of my dreamy sister debuting in gowns that weren’t elegant enough, in gloves that had been mended, in slippers worn thin. Without a dowry and—ipso facto—without suitors. Real ones, anyway. “Being dead, Burnsby’s wives are irrelevant,” I informed my father. I paused and then told him the truth. “His lordship has promised to dower Rosie.” My father’s groan evoked an unhappy Hamlet. “How shall I survive the disgrace of another man dowering my daughter!” “No one has to know the source,” I offered. “The dowry will allow her to marry the man of her choice.” “Our bloodline and her beauty should be enough!”