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       The Perfect Hero

      VICTORIA CONNELLY

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      HarperCollinsPublishers

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Publishers in 2011

      This ebook edition published by HarperCollins Publishers in 2017

      Copyright © Victoria Connelly 2011

      Victoria Connelly asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

      All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.

      Source ISBN: 9781847562265

      Ebook Edition © April 2011 ISBN: 9780007373376

      Version: 2017-06-12

       Dedication

      To my dear friend, Deborah, with love.

       ‘Is not general incivility the very essence of love?’

      Elizabeth Bennet, Pride and Prejudice

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

       Dedication

       Epigraph

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty-One

      Chapter Twenty-Two

      Chapter Twenty-Three

      Chapter Twenty-Four

      Chapter Twenty-Five

      Chapter Twenty-Six

      Chapter Twenty-Seven

      Chapter Twenty-Eight

      Chapter Twenty-Nine

      Chapter Thirty

      Chapter Thirty-One

      Chapter Thirty-Two

      Chapter Thirty-Three

      Chapter Thirty-Four

      Chapter Thirty-Five

      Chapter Thirty-Six

      Chapter Thirty-Seven

      Chapter Thirty-Eight

      Chapter Thirty-Nine

      Chapter Forty

      Chapter Forty-One

      Chapter Forty-Two

      Chapter Forty-Three

      Chapter Forty-Four

      Chapter Forty-Five

      Chapter Forty-Six

      Chapter Forty-Seven

      Acknowledgements

      Victoria Connelly’s Top Ten Romantic Heroes . . .

       A Weekend With Mr Darcy

      About the Author

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       About the Publisher

       Prologue

      Peggy Sullivan leant forward in an attempt to get the pillows behind her just right.

      ‘It’s my eyes I miss the most,’ she said to the young woman sitting by the side of the bed. ‘I wasn’t too bothered when my legs went. I was too tired to walk around much anyway. I didn’t even mind when my right ear went last month but I do miss my eyes.’

      The young woman leant forward and patted her hand.

      ‘It’s so kind that you come and read to me, Kay,’ Peggy said.

      ‘It’s my pleasure.’

      ‘It can’t be easy for you, my dear. Coming here, I mean.’

      Kay looked at Peggy for a moment before answering. ‘It wasn’t at first. I kept seeing Mum everywhere – sitting in the conservatory gazing out at the gardens, or serving everyone tea in the sitting room.’

      ‘We all miss her so much. She always loved taking care of everybody – just like you do.’

      Kay nodded. ‘She used to call me “Little Mother” when I was growing up.’

      Peggy smiled sadly and then looked at Kay with bemusement in her eyes. ‘How you came to work at Barnum and Mason, I’ll never understand.’

      ‘It was the first job I was offered,’ Kay said with a shrug. ‘I took it thinking I’d only be there a little while. I was hoping—’

      ‘Someone would discover your paintings,’ Peggy interrupted.

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Well, they’re taking their time, I must say.’

      They were silent for a moment and Kay looked out of Peggy’s window. Her bedroom was on the ground floor of The Pines and overlooked the communal garden