Winterbourne's

Voices came from the house and Gavin recognized Jane's melodic laughter followed by Winterbourne's baritone rumble.

Tutoring Lady Jane Featherstone, Charlotte 2005

The desire to find out just how Jane would respond to Winterbourne's cumbersome attempt at seduction froze him in his spot.

Tutoring Lady Jane Featherstone, Charlotte 2005

Blinding anger seized him, and Gavin found himself tossing Winterbourne against the wall, his forearm pressing against Winterbourne's lace covered throat.

Tutoring Lady Jane Featherstone, Charlotte 2005

Angry, Gavin stalked from the room, prepared to find something -- anything that might take his mind off the way Jane looked in Winterbourne's company.

Tutoring Lady Jane Featherstone, Charlotte 2005

"Ah, there you are," Lord Winterbourne's voice called to her.

Tutoring Lady Jane Featherstone, Charlotte 2005

'Winterbourne's fingers were endowed with a gentle conjurer's touch in spreading the roots of each little tree, resulting in a sort of caress under which the delicate fibres all laid themselves out in their proper direction for growth.'

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She was far more conscious of the girlish form hanging on Lady Winterbourne's arm than she was of her own words, of "Betty's" beautiful soft eyes -- also shyly and gravely fixed upon herself -- under that marvellous cloud of fair hair; the long, pointed chin; the whimsical little face.

Marcella Humphry Ward 1885

Miss Raeburn turned her buttonhole in fine style, and at lightning speed, to show the coolness of her mind, then with a rattling of all her lockets, looked up and waited for Lady Winterbourne's reflections.

Marcella Humphry Ward 1885

Mrs. Lane in particular, the hostess of the House of Commons dinner, felt that she had claims, and was one of the first to call at Lady Winterbourne's and see her guest.

Marcella Humphry Ward 1885

"Just a _little_ better," he said, with a sudden change of look, in answer to Lady Winterbourne's question.

Marcella Humphry Ward 1885