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part of the paint and paper and wood. Amelia couldn’t look at the hearth of the main room without remembering her mother sitting there with her sewing basket, or visit the garden without thinking of her father pruning his prized Apothecary’s Roses.
    Amelia had recently sold the house without compunction, not for lack of sentimentality but rather an excess. Too much feeling, too much sadness. And it was impossible to look forward when one was constantly being reminded of painful loss.
    Her siblings hadn’t offered a word of objection to selling their home. Nothing mattered to Leo—one could tell him the family intended to live in the streets, and he would have greeted the news with an indifferent shrug. Win, the next oldest sister, was too weak from prolonged illness to protest any of Amelia’s decisions. And Poppy and Beatrix, both still in their teens, were eager for change.
    As far as Amelia was concerned, the inheritance couldn’t have come at a better time. Although she had to admit, there was some question as to how long the Hathaways would manage to retain the title.
    The fact was, no one wanted to be Lord Ramsay. For the previous three Lord Ramsays, the title had been accompanied by a streak of singular ill fortune capped by untimely death. Which explained, in part, why the Hathaways’ distant relatives had been quite happy to see the viscountcy go to Leo.
    “Do I get any money?” had been Leo’s first question upon being informed of his ascendancy to the peerage.
    The answer had been a qualified yes. Leo would inherit a Hampshire estate of limited acreage and a modest annual sum that wouldn’t begin to account for the cost of refurbishing it.
    “We’re still poor,” Amelia had told her brother after poring over the solicitor’s letter describing the estate and its affairs. “The estate is small, the servants and most of the tenants have left, the house is shabby, and the title is apparently cursed. Which makes the inheritance a white elephant, to say the least. However, we have a distant cousin who may arguably be in line before you—we can try to throw it all off on him. There is a possibility that our great-great-great-grandfather may not have been legitimate issue, which would allow us to apply for forfeiture of the title on the grounds of—”
    “I’ll take the title,” Leo had said decisively.
    “Because you don’t believe in curses any more than I do?”
    “Because I’m already so damned cursed, another one won’t matter.”
    Having never been to the southern county of Hampshire before, all the Hathaway siblings—with the exception of Leo—craned their necks to view the scenery.
    Amelia smiled at her sisters’ excitement. Poppy and Beatrix, both dark-haired and blue-eyed like herself, were filled with high spirits. Her gaze alighted on Win and stayed for a moment, taking careful measure of her condition.
    Win was different from the rest of the Hathaway brood, the only one who had inherited their father’s pale blond hair and introspective nature. She was shy and quiet, enduring every hardship without complaint. When scarlet fever had swept through the village a year earlier, Leo and Win had fallen gravely ill. Leo had made a complete recovery, but Win had been frail and colorless ever since. The doctor had diagnosed her with a weakness of the lungs, caused by the fever, that he said might never improve.
    Amelia refused to accept that Win would be an invalid forever. No matter what it took, she would make Win well again.
    It was difficult to imagine a better place for Win and the rest of the Hathaways than Hampshire. It was one of the most beautiful counties in England, with intersecting rivers, great forests, meadows, and wet heath lands. The Ramsay estate was situated close to Stony Cross, one of the largest market towns in the county. Stony Cross exported cattle, sheep, timber, corn, a plenitude of local cheeses, and wild-flower honey … rich territory, indeed.
    “I wonder why