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Here is mine from The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh.
Anna and Rutherford rode into town and stabled their horses at the inn. She draped the train of her riding habit over her arm.
“You could fasten it up.”
She glanced down at her skirt and the large bone button. “I’m just used to carrying it.”
Unable to take her hand, Rutherford walked protectively close, lightly gripping her elbow. She flashed him a questioning glance, but said nothing.
It was market day, and the town was crowded with people. Everyone in the countryside must be here. As they turned onto High Street where most of the shops were located, a tallish, gangly man, a few years younger than Rutherford, walked out of the haberdashers and turned toward them.
Rutherford closed his eyes in pain. The young man’s shirt points were so high he couldn’t turn his head, and he wore a garish yellow jacket and striped pantaloons. His highly polished boots had white tops with gold tassels. Various fobs adorned his person. A beaver hat sat at a rakish angle a-top wavy blond hair. He was so ridiculous even the Dandies wouldn’t have owned him. “Is that who I think it is?”
“Yes,” Anna replied. “Percy Blanchard in all his glory.”
“Bartholomew Baby,” Rutherford said with disgust.
Anna gave a little gurgle of laughter.
“You abominable girl, don’t giggle.” He pressed his lips together as Percy came up to them. “Blanchard, it’s been a long time.”
Percy scowled. Whether it was because Rutherford was with Anna, or the other man could sense Rutherford’s amusement, he didn’t know.
Percy bowed, pointedly ignoring Rutherford. “Miss Marsh, if I’d known you wished to visit the town, I would have been happy to escort you as well as my mother.”
“But, my dear Percy,” Rutherford said. “As you can see, Miss Marsh is with me. Shall we continue on, my dear?”
Percy shot Rutherford a malevolent look, and he wondered if the fool would be idiot enough to challenge him.
Now it’s your turn.