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“Oh, Arabella,” her mother said. “Your father cannot possibly say yes.”
“Why ever not? Mr. Conolly is very well off,” Arabella said, unable to believe what she was hearing.
“But you would be so reduced,” her mother said.
“He loves me, Mamma,” she argued. “And I love him.” Surely, her mother could see that if there was love, then there was no need to worry.
“That doesn’t matter,” her mother said, shaking her head so that her curls bounced against her cheeks. “That doesn’t matter at all.”
Arabella stood up. She felt a little sick. “I have to go to him,” she said. Perhaps her mother was wrong. It couldn’t be. Her father would see reason.
“Perhaps you should,” the Duchess said gravely.
Arabella ran from the room.
