To Sir Phillip, With Love (Bridgerton Series, Book 5)

390 Pages·2003·0.84 MB·English

by  Julia Quinn

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For Stefanie and Randall Hargreaves—
You opened your home,
you showed us your town,
you stored our stuff,
and when we arrived,
you had a care package waiting on the porch.
And when I really needed someone,
I knew exactly who to call.
And also for Paul,
this time Because.
It’s always really Because.
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Contents:
E-Book Extras
Behind the Novel by Julia Quinn
The Bridgerton Basics: Ms.Quinn Fills
You In
Prologue
Chapters
1 Dear Miss Bridgerton...
2 ...and then, I’m sure you will not be
surprised to hear...
3 ...you will see why I could not
accept his suit.
4 ...so sorry to hear that Caroline is
colicky and...
5 ...implore you, Mother, you MUST
punish Daphne.
6 ...should not have let him kiss you.
7 ...have never been so bored in all
of my life.
8 ...how fortunate you are to be at
school.
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9 ...we all miss Father, especially this
time of year.
10 ...you will never know how unfortu-
nate you are, dearest...
11 ...cannot abide a man who drinks
to excess.
12 ...and how did you know that you
and Simon...
13 ...and as I’m sure you can imagine,
they were all...
14 ...I grant that Mr.Wilson’s face does
have a...
15 ...I cannot believe that you will not
tell me more.
16 ...you do have the right of it, dear-
est Kate.
17 ...regardless, Daphne, I do not think
you should have run off.
18 ...I do not tell you often enough,
dear...
19 ...days are filled with endless
amusements.
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Epilogue
About the Author
By Julia Quinn
Cover
Copyright
About the Publisher
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Prologue
February 1823
Gloucestershire, England
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It was ironic, really, that it had happened on such a
sunny day.
The first sunny day in, what had it been—six
straight weeks of gray skies, accompanied by the oc-
casional sprinkling of light snow or rain? Even
Phillip, who’d thought himself impervious to the
vagaries of the weather, had felt his spirits lighten,
his smile widen. He’d gone outside—he’d had to.
No one could remain indoors during such a splen-
did display of sunshine.
Especially in the middle of such a gray winter.
Even now, more than a month after it had hap-
pened, he couldn’t quite believe that the sun had
had the temerity to tease him so.
And how was it that he’d been so blind that he’d
not expected it? He’d lived with Marina since the day
of their marriage. Eight long years to know the