![]() But Adelaide was not a good girl, and the best she could do was a facsimile of the real thing. A good girl would have been able to accomplish a ladylike swoon, she had no doubt. When it did not, she did the only thing she could do when confronted with such ugliness of her own making. She stared hard at the crimson seeping through the white linen of his sleeve, willing it to go back where it belonged. A good girl most certainly would not shoot her former lover, no matter how much he deserved a bullet to the flesh.Īnd yet, if the red liquid spilling from Nick’s arm was any indication, she had done just that. A good girl would not have faked her own death rather than return to her family in shame and humiliation. A good girl would not have surrendered her virtue without a wedding ring. A good girl would not have been seduced by a man she hardly knew. ![]() Adelaide Bursnell knew she was not a good girl. ![]()
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