![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() “She probably has them displayed over her mantel like letters of marque and reprisal.” Nathaniel shoved at the hog milling before him, but he might as well have shoved at one of the boulders dotting his fields. “I’ve already sent Lady Althea two Stinging Rebukes,” Nathaniel replied. ![]() Swineherding was not among his many skills. Treegum was the Rothhaven estate steward. “Is it time for a Stinging Rebuke, sir?” Treegum asked, as a particularly grand specimen rubbed against him and nearly knocked the old fellow off his feet. Their march across the pastures had apparently tired them out, which was just too damned bad. Two more sows chose grassy napping places. “Then Lady Althea will have an excuse to come around again, banging on the door, cutting up my peace, and disturbing the tranquility of my estate.” “They seem quite happy here,” Treegum observed. “Encountered the lady, that is?”Īnother swine, this one on the scale of a seventy-four-gun ship of the line, tucked in beside her herd-mate, and several others followed. “Have you, sir?” Everett Treegum asked with characteristic delicacy. The sow was a mere four hundred pounds, a sylph compared to the rest of the herd rooting about in Nathaniel’s orchard nonetheless, when she flopped to the grass, the ground shook. “Lady Althea Wentworth is, without doubt, the most vexatious, bothersome, pestilential female I have ever had the misfortune to encounter.” The hog sniffing at Nathaniel Rothmere’s boots prevented him from pacing, though the moment called for both pacing and profanity. ![]()
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