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ears.”
    “I do,” Brigit piped, sipping her tea, “That girl is simply beautiful and with a delightful spirit. You could do well by her.”
    “Mother!” “Brigit!” both Lords Remington exclaimed.
    “Silence from both of you,” Brigit waved her hand. “Have I ever been wrong? In addition, she already integrated herself into our family. Isn't that correct, Papa?”
    “Mother, please. I did not bring her here to take her as a wife. I brought her to offer her a chance away from the academy. I did not know of her comeliness.”
    “You did not lay eyes upon her prior to taking her on?”
    “No, Mother. I asked for her case out of sympathy for the screams I heard from her lips.”
    “Then this is surely an act of God’s will!”
    “Son, we had best depart before your mother begins to plan your wedding and the birth of your first child. Brigit, come. Ryan? Will you accompany me to review the tenants tomorrow? This drought might be causing fear, and I wish to reassure them of our support.”
    “I do not wish to leave Ary alone for a long period. Perhaps for a few hours,” Ryan said, glancing in the direction of the girl’s room. Brigit smiled, winking at her husband. Gerard simply rolled his eyes, but his approval was clear. The young woman was exquisite and brought to surface a side of their son which pleased them both.
    Ryan escorted his parents to the front door and watched as they drove from the estate, followed by Martha in a separate carriage. He turned to the sound of footsteps behind him. “Now, my pet, what are you doing out of bed? I wish you to rest.”
    Aryanna blushed as she shifted from one side to the other, staring at the floor. Ryan chuckled and led her to the water closet, allowing her privacy to attend to her needs. He winced as a whimper was heard, knowing that the prospect of sitting on the hard, cold seat was causing her pain. Anger rushed through him again, and he found himself wishing that Eliza Woods would foolishly remain in residence at the academy when his father presented himself. He knew that Lord Remington would deliver a punishment far worse than even he was capable of.
     
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    “Gerard, my dear, what has you thinking so intensely that your face is screwed up like an irate house cat?” Brigit asked as they started back to their home.
    “That child was beaten to an inch of her life. I have never seen such a display of anger placed upon a young bottom. Not even yours. There is no reason for that. It is pure brutality. Stewart should have stopped it.”
    “I gave you many reasons to display your anger on me,” Brigit said seriously, “yet you restrained yourself. This woman, Eliza Woods… do you feel there is a chance for reform?”
    “I believe that there is a chance for any person who wishes it. I do not wish to sound vain or pompous, but if I cannot change Miss Woods, then she cannot be changed. Are you certain you wish me to continue with this plan? You know what it will likely entail, my dear.” Gerard viewed his lovely wife with concern.
    She lifted her hand for him to kiss. “I do, husband. And I trust you will see it through. And you? Are you certain you wish me to take on the position of headmistress?”
    “Want? No, my love. Need? Yes. Those children require your hand right now to soothe their fears and redirect their minds. I will have you in my arms every chance I get, though. So be prepared,” Gerard informed her, eyebrow raised.
    Brigit giggled, snuggling into his strong arm. “I will find a way to tolerate your presence, My Lord. Perhaps you would consider having me in more than your arms?”
    “You little minx. You never fail to find an opportunity to entice me, do you?” He chuckled, watching as she shimmied down to his lap and released his growing member from the confines of his breaches. “And what, pray tell, are you about?”
    “Paying homage to the Earl of Yarlshire,” Brigit giggled again, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock.