Chapter FiveIdylla was sitting on the balcony and the canopy over the wicker chair shaded her so that her face was in shadow.
She was wearing one of the new gowns that the Marquis had ordered for her from London. It was a soft pink, which made her eyes seem bluer than ever and brought out strange and unusual lights in her long hair.
It hung over her shoulders to below her small waist. Nanny had refused to allow her to pin it up on top of her head, because the wound had not yet healed.
As the Marquis walked onto the balcony, he thought that the huge pots of flame-and-white azaleas and the stone balustrade were a perfect setting for her.
It was almost as if she toned in with the house and became a part of it, even though he still thought of her as a nymph rising from deep water.
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