{"id":252978,"date":"2026-07-13T02:30:10","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:30:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-life-for-verity-lyn-cote\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T02:30:10","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:30:10","slug":"a-life-for-verity-lyn-cote","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-life-for-verity-lyn-cote\/","title":{"rendered":"A Life For Verity – Lyn Cote"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Again, something barely moved at the edge of her vision. \u201cJosiah, ma\u2019am.\u201d \u201cSince he has been freed, has he added a second name to that?\u201d \u201cI guess it\u2019s Ransford. He used to belong to Mr. Ransford. But my mama, she lived on the Ellington plantation.\u201d \u201cThen thee is Thaddeus Ellington Ransford.\u201d Verity finished writing his name while trying to glimpse who was moving in the surrounding oaks. The raised voices of the men who were now sawing wood floated over to the makeshift school.<\/p>\n

When she looked up she found the little boy beaming at her. \u201cThank you, ma\u2019am. I like that name. It\u2019s big.\u201d \u201cThen thee will have to live up to thy name, won\u2019t thee?\u201d Verity smiled at Thaddeus. \u201cNow please go and sit at the end of the line.\u201d Thaddeus puffed up his chest and strutted to the rear of the line to sit down. After Thaddeus\u2019s example, each child presented himself and gave his name and who his parents had belonged to.<\/p>\n

They were thrilled when each of them was given a new \u201cbig\u201d name. Verity had nearly finished enrolling students when the talkative little girl, Sassy Ellington Ransford, hailed her. \u201cMa\u2019am, ma\u2019am, why is that white boy sittin\u2019 in the tree watchin\u2019 us? Can he do that?\u201d Verity looked where the girl was pointing and glimpsed fair hair amidst the oak leaves. So that\u2019s what she\u2019d been seeing.<\/p>\n

Alec. Was he spying on her or the men building the school? Or did he just want to learn? Verity looked at Sassy. \u201cThere is no law against sitting in a tree. Now we will begin to learn the alphabet. At first I will teach you to say the sounds in order and then we will begin learning to write each one.\u201d \u201cWhat\u2019s an alphabet?\u201d Thaddeus asked out of turn. \u201cWhat did I say about raising thy hand and waiting for permission to speak?\u201d<\/p>\n

Verity was secretly enjoying the freshness of her eager students, but she had to instill the discipline that was so important to learning. Thaddeus\u2019s hand shot into the air.<\/p>\n

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This book was originally published as Her Captain\u2019s Heart by Harlequin in 2007. 1kitap1.com\/en CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Epilogue 1kitap1.com\/en G CHAPTER 1 Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall be called the children of God.<\/p>\n

Matthew 5:9 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me. Philippians 4:13 ettysburg, Pennsylvania September 1866 Verity Hardy loathed the man, God forgive her. She stood looking down at her late husband\u2019s cousin, she on the top step of her wide porch, he on the bottom. The unusually hot autumn sun burned just beyond the scant shade of the roof.<\/p>\n

Her black mourning dress soaked up the heat that buffeted her in waves, suffocating and singeing her skin. The man had been haranguing her for nearly a quarter of an hour and she didn\u2019t know how much more she could take. \u201cI can\u2019t believe you\u2019re going through with this insane plan.\u201d Urriah Hardy wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and glared at her, his jowly face reddening.<\/p>\n

He held the reins of his handsome gelding, fidgeting just behind him. Pressing a hankie to her upper lip, she looked past him to the golden fields beyond. Memories of wounded soldiers\u2014their agonized screams and soul-deep moans\u2014shuddered through Verity. She\u2019d never forget those bloody July days three years ago. She couldn\u2019t let them count for naught. Still, her deep uncertainty made her hands tremble. She clasped them together so he wouldn\u2019t see this sign of weakness. \u201cThee knows,\u201d she said in a final attempt at politeness, \u201cI\u2019ve packed everything, and we leave at dawn.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re a fool, woman. That renter you\u2019ve found won\u2019t make a go of it. He lost his own farm.\u201d Yes, because he was drafted into the Union Army and thy younger brother, the banker, wouldn\u2019t give him more time to pay the mortgage. \u201cThat\u2019s really none of thy business,\u201d she murmured, adding a warning note to her tone.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou should have rented to me. I\u2019m family.\u201d His reference to family stung her like rock salt.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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