![]() If Belle hadn't been so desperate to come home today - so worried that someone would hinder her from returning here - Anis would have been with her, seeing to her things. The coachmen moved her trunks from the carriage to the ground. She slipped her gloved hand into his and climbed down. The door opened, and the footman held his hand out to Belle. Whether or not she was ready, Belle was home. "Whoa!" The carriage slowed, then jerked, as it came to a complete stop. ![]() Unless… dare she hope that he was different now? Had Papa changed any? How would he take her return? Should she have written? She doubted it would have done any good. Belle leaned back again and closed her eyes. ![]() But then, didn't things change with time? The scenery should look familiar by now, yet it didn't. The next second, she leaned forward to stare out the window. She sank back into the plush red cushions of the carriage and took a deep breath to steady her nerves. ![]() Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.īecause you sure do put up with a lot of me!īelle wasn't sure she was ready to return. The characters in this story are fictitious. ![]() No portion of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, scanning, or other-except for brief quotations in critical reviews or articles, without the prior written permission of the publisher.Īll Scripture references taken from the King James Version. ![]()
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