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I do not know how to set the number of chapters, but maxi is planned.
Chapter 1
He stood stunned. Somehow he, visiting in Trenvit, has long been unaccustomed to surprises. He looked at the bouquet. The girl had long said goodbye and went home, and he still could not collect his thoughts. No, he does not intend to remain in this crypt any more. She looked like a ghost, as if it was a dream. But the bouquet on the table said that no, not a dream. It's true. He did not want to sit any more and indulge in memories. Ten years have passed, and he did not notice how they passed. He felt guilty that he was harsh and rude to the guest, as he had not been with anyone for a long time.
In honor of Elizabeth, it seemed to him worthy and right to turn once the beloved and desired estate into ruins. In the crypt. In the realm of dust and mold. In the rot. With the Harry family, which was no better than rot. And which was extremely glad that he would not stay the night.
And only in the carriage George noticed that he still holds a bouquet in his hands. He did not remember how he took it from the vase. He used to like flowers and a greenhouse in Cardew
was good. But since he did not have the desire to invite guests, he had not been in the greenhouse for a long time. As in the park.
His well-established economy in Cardew worked like a clock, and did not require his control at all. He rarely had any reason to be dissatisfied with his own servants. He did not consider himself an impressionable person, but this girl with flowers astonished his imagination. He did not like her name, her father was his sworn enemy, but even that did not diminish her beauty. How old is she? Seventeen? Eighteen? Hardly any more. The whole thing should be in blond hair, and in a thin figure, and in the flowers that she gave him. And she did not get scared at all.
Suddenly he wanted to look at himself in the mirror. In recent years, he had little interest in his appearance. After the death of Elizabeth. And the consequences were not slow to tell. In the mirror was an unhealthy face, pale and puffy. With deep folds, and under the eyes darkened bags. Although he had no reason to complain about his health. And on his chin, he stared at the stubble. He had not noticed such carelessness with his valet before. And without that not too pleasant face, it was in a rage to become and completely disgusting. And he shouted at the guest. Brothers Harry also threatened to call.
And his favorite coat of coffee color was rubbed and stretched. And although he never abused alcohol or food, but still noticeably fat. Somehow imperceptibly. And for no reason. And there was no interest in calling tailor. A repulsive sight, he would immediately run away at the girl's place.
He changed his mind about going to Cardew and the coach turned to Truro.
The men who married Elizabeth were no more. If she were alive, she would hardly have liked his unpleasantly changed appearance. He always wanted to look older, more solid and impressive. Well, he is forty-eight, he looks at all fifty and even older, but nothing grand appeared in it over the years. And the rich miller, and only. And now for the first time in his life he wanted youth and freshness in the mirror. Well, or at least look decent. As an aristocrat, and not as a fattened businessman.
Since Trenvit's dining room was rather dark, he hoped the girl could not see him clearly.
But her name she just heard, could not help but hear. And it would also be worthwhile to worry about it. But they did not see Poldark for ten years. And even happily would not have seen the same. And how could these two get such a daughter?