![]() ![]() ![]() Papa tried to give the Scotsman his full defense. It was enough to try the patience of the devil himself. Mary, deliberately or nay, was stirring the twins into a full lather of snorting and screeching. In between the twins' noisy choruses of outrage, his gentle little Mary interjected one sinful tattle after another she'd heard about the Highland warrior who would be arriving at their home in a paltry week's time. The baron's twins, Agnes and Alice, wept loudly and, as was their particularly irritating habit, in unison as well, while their usually sweet-tempered sister Mary marched a brisk path around the oblong table in the great hall, where their confused father sat slumped over a goblet of guilt-soothing ale. They didn't much care for their father's view on the atrocity, either. Three of his four daughters had already taken to heart the foul gossip about Alec Kincaid. ![]() He was, of course, immediately made sorry for blurting out his unkind comment. It was a most unfortunate remark for a father to make in front of his daughters, and Baron Jamison realized his blunder as soon as the words were out of his mouth. ![]()
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