Page 125 of Banished to Brighton

“Or I shall refuse to compromise you ever again.”

Her eyes widened in mock horror.

“In that case, it will be entirely our secret,” Glynnis vowed.

James lowered his head and kissed her. A few minutes later, when they were both inflamed, he showed her once again that she owned his heart — completely, utterly, and forever.

Thus from the golden dawn to silent night,

Each passing hour presents some new delight.

The charms of nature that adorn the place,

The martial melody, the sportful race,

The crowded Steyne, the libraries, the play,

Or merry dance, concludes the festal day.

–Brighton. A Poemby Mary Lloyd, 1809

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