A Spinster's Luck
No need to worry; it was a minor injury that soon faded. The implication being, of course, that Miranda was the virgin who had tamed the unicorn without really trying to; he had voluntarily laid his head in her lap in a gesture of eternal surrender. Joan Smith is a talented author; it is to be hoped that her books will be released in ebook format for the enjoyment of newer readers, who do not often get the chance to read such delightful Regencies these days.
She has taught French and English in high school and English in college. When she began writing, her interest in Jane Austen and Lord Byron led to her first choice of genre, the Regency, which she especially liked for its wit and humor. She is the author of over a hundred books, including Regencies, many with a background of mystery, for Fawcett and Walker, contemporary mysteries for Berkley, historical mysteries for Fawcett and St. Her favorite travel destination is England, where she researches her books.
Her hobbies are gardening, painting, sculpture and reading. She is married and has three children. A prolific writer, she is currently working on Regencies and various mysteries at her home in Georgetown, Ontario. Update from Joan as of April 22, The bio you have pretty well covers it. Still following the same interests, along with a keen interest in healthy cooking. Joan Smith Giveaway. Do make sure you leave your email address in the comment so I can contact you if you happen to be the lucky winner.
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She hardly felt qualified to accompany her cousin, Olivia, Baroness Pilmore, to London for her debut. Alas, she knew it was simply a matter of time until he saw her for the provincial miss that she was. The Royal Scamp She had her pick of dashing gentlemen, but was one among them a common thief? Naturally, eyebrows rose when Esther Lowden, a lady of quality, turned her family estate into a country inn.
But business had never been better, thanks to the notorious highwayman whose midnight escapades encouraged fearful travelers to stay the evening. Indeed, Esther suspected, he might even be one of the dashing new arrivals at Lowden Arms. Well, no proper businesswoman would harbor a criminal.
But which gentleman wore the mask of a highwayman…and which wore the face of love? Reprise The fact that he wrote poetry was, of course, a bond with his beloved. But he cherished her most for her beauty of spirit and her lively intelligence. Naturally this leads her to believe that Dammler has renewed his erstwhile erotic relationship.
And so Prue decides to get even—in a very novel manner. Valerie Valerie was a lioness! Tall, sandy-haired, with golden feline eyes.
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What better model could her eccentric aunt find for the heroine of her latest anonymous romance novel? But the plot of life proved far richer than fiction. There was much ado about something at Wildercliffe! Each change, however small, augments the sum of new conditions to which the race has to become inured. Yet I am far from persuaded that the one is any more hurtful than the other; and the unaccustomed race will sometimes die of pin-pricks.
We are here face to face with one of the difficulties of the missionary. In Polynesian islands he easily obtains pre-eminent authority; the king becomes his maire du palais ; he can proscribe, he can command; and the temptation is ever towards too much. Thus by all accounts the Catholics in Mangareva, and thus to my own knowledge the Protestants in Hawaii, have rendered life in a more or less degree unliveable to their converts.
And the mild, uncomplaining creatures like children in a prison yawn and await death. It is easy to blame the missionary. But it is his business to make changes. It is surely his business, for example, to prevent war; and yet I have instanced war itself as one of the elements of health. On the other hand, it were 42 perhaps, easy for the missionary to proceed more gently, and to regard every change as an affair of weight.
I take the average missionary; I am sure I do him no more than justice when I suppose that he would hesitate to bombard a village, even in order to convert an archipelago. Experience begins to show us at least in Polynesian islands that change of habit is bloodier than a bombardment. There is one point, ere I have done, where I may go to meet criticism. I have said nothing of faulty hygiene, bathing during fevers, mistaken treatment of children, native doctoring, or abortion—all causes frequently adduced. And I have said nothing of them because they are conditions common to both epochs, and even more efficient in the past than in the present.
Was it not the same with unchastity, it may be asked? Was not the Polynesian always unchaste? Doubtless he was so always: doubtless he is more so since the coming of his remarkably chaste visitors from Europe. Take the Hawaiian account of Cook: I have no doubt it is entirely fair.
Here we see every engine of dissolution directed at once against a virtue never and nowhere very strong or popular; and the result, even 43 in the most degraded islands, has been further degradation. Lawes, the missionary of Savage Island, told me the standard of female chastity had declined there since the coming of the whites. In heathen time, if a girl gave birth to a bastard, her father or brother would dash the infant down the cliffs; and to-day the scandal would be small. Or take the Marquesas. Stanislao Moanatini told me that in his own recollection the young were strictly guarded; they were not suffered so much as to look upon one another in the street, but passed so my informant put it like dogs; and the other day the whole school-children of Nuka-hiva and Ua-pu escaped in a body to the woods, and lived there for a fortnight in promiscuous liberty.
Readers of travels may perhaps exclaim at my authority, and declare themselves better informed. I should prefer the statement of an intelligent native like Stanislao even if it stood alone, which it is far from doing to the report of the most honest traveller. A ship of war comes to a haven, anchors, lands a party, receives and returns a visit, and the captain writes a chapter on the manners of the island.
It is not considered what class is mostly seen. Yet we should not be pleased if a Lascar foremast hand were to judge England by the ladies who parade Ratcliffe Highway, and the gentlemen who share with them their hire. Bishop in Hawaii. And so far as Marquesans are concerned, we might have hazarded a guess of some decline in manners.source link
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I do not think that any race could ever have prospered or multiplied with such as now obtain; I am sure they would have been never at the pains to count paternal kinship. It is not possible to give details; suffice it that their manners appear to be imitated from the dreams of ignorant and vicious children, and their debauches persevered in until energy, reason, and almost life itself are in abeyance. We used to admire exceedingly the bland and gallant manners of the chief called Taipi-Kikino. An elegant guest at table, skilled in the use of knife and fork, a brave figure when he shouldered a gun and started for the woods after wild chickens, always serviceable, always ingratiating and gay, I would sometimes wonder where he found his cheerfulness.
He had enough to sober him, I thought, in his official budget. His expenses—for he was always seen attired in virgin white—must have by far exceeded his income of six dollars in the year, or say two shillings a month. And he was himself a man of no substance; his house the poorest in the village.
It was currently supposed that his elder brother, Kauanui, must have helped him out. But how comes it that the elder brother should succeed to the family estate, and be a wealthy commoner, and the younger be a poor man, and yet rule as chief in Anaho? That the one should be wealthy and the other almost indigent is probably to be explained by some adoption; for comparatively few children are brought up in the house or succeed to the estates of their natural begetters.