{"strong"=>["She could flee…"]} Miss Emma Worthington knew that at twenty-seven she was on the shelf, but even that could not persuade her to marry an appalling roue to save her father from debt. The only escape was to run away to Bath. It seemed the worst of bad luck that Richard Du Quesne should be there, showing every sign of wanting to save her from herself. Was there nowhere she could hide from the man known as the Silver Squire–and did she really want to?
