My turn," Anthony barked. He gave the pink ball a disdainful glance, then gave it a good whack. It sailed splendidly over the grass, only to slam into a tree and drop like a stone to the ground. "Brilliant!" Colin exclaimed, getting ready to take his turn. Anthony muttered a few things under his breath, none of which were suitable for gentle ears. Colin sent the yellow ball toward the first wicket, then stepped aside to let Kate try her hand. "Might I have a practice swing?" she inquired. "No." It was a rather loud no, coming, as it did, from three mouths. "Very well," she grumbled. "Stand back, all of you. I won't be held responsible if I injure anyone on the first try." She drew back on her mallet with all her might and slammed it into the ball. It sailed through the air in a rather impressive arc, then smacked into the same tree that had foiled Anthony and plopped on the ground right next to his ball. "Oh, dear," Daphne said, setting her aim by drawing back on her mallet a few times without actually hitting the ball. "Why 'oh, dear'?" Kate asked worriedly, not reassured by the duchess's faintly pitying smile. "You'll see." Daphne took her turn, then marched off in the direction of her ball. Kate looked over at Anthony. He looked very, very pleased with the current state of affairs. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked. He leaned forward devilishly. "What am I going to do to you might be a more appropriate question.
( Julia Quinn )
[ The Viscount Who Loved Me ]
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