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A Girl Named Rose

A Girl Named Rose

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by Betty Neels

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Through pure chance, Rose met Sybren Werdmer ter Sane, one of the most eminent surgeons in Holland. Their accidental encounter led to a job for Rose, nursing Sybren's godson. She loved everything about her new life—including Sybren! But surely such an important man wouldn't have time to take an interest in her. Yet what Rose didn't realize was that she had the


Through pure chance, Rose met Sybren Werdmer ter Sane, one of the most eminent surgeons in Holland. Their accidental encounter led to a job for Rose, nursing Sybren's godson. She loved everything about her new life—including Sybren! But surely such an important man wouldn't have time to take an interest in her. Yet what Rose didn't realize was that she had the gift of love, and it touched everyone around her—even hard-hearted surgeons.

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Girl Named Rose

By Betty Neels

Thorndike Press

Copyright © 2003 Betty Neels
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ISBN: 0786255846

Chapter One

The early summer sky, so vividly blue until now, was rapidly being swallowed up by black clouds, turning the water of the narrow canal to a steely grey and draining the color from the old gabled houses on either side of it. The two girls on the narrow arched bridge spanning the water glanced up from the map they were studying and frowned at the darkening sky. The taller of the two had a pretty face, framed by dark curly hair, her blue eyes wide with apprehension; the smaller of the two, with unassuming features, straight pale brown hair piled into a too severe topknot, and a pair of fine brown eyes, merely looked annoyed.

"It's going to rain," she observed, stating the obvious as the first slow, heavy drops began to fall. "Shall we go back if we can, go on, or find shelter?" She added in a matter-of-fact way, "I haven't the faintest idea where we are." She began to fold the map, already wet, but before she had done so the rain came down in earnest, soaking them in moments. Worse, there was a sudden flash of lightning and a great rumble of thunder.

The pretty girl gave a scared yelp. "Rose, what shall we do? I'm soaked."

Her companion took her arm and hurried her off the bridge. "I'll knock on a door," she said, "perhaps there's a porch ..."

The brick road they were on was narrow andthe houses lining it were solid seventeenth and eighteenth century town mansions built by wealthy Dutch merchants, their doors massive, their windows symmetrical, presenting an ageless calm in this backwater of Amsterdam, and not one of them had a porch. A second flash of lightning sent the smaller girl up the steps of the nearest house, to bang resoundingly on the great brass door knocker.

"You can't," objected her companion; she didn't answer, only knocked again.

The door opened and she found herself staring into an elderly bewhiskered face; it belonged to a stout man, almost bald except for a fringe of hair with a stern expression and pale blue eyes. She swallowed and drew a breath.

"Please may we stand in your doorway?" she began. "We're wet and lost."

Before the man could answer a door behind him opened and shut and a voice asked, "English, and lost?" and said something in Dutch so that the man opened the door wider and stood aside for them to go in.

The hall they entered was very impressive; its black-and-white tiled floor partly covered with thin silky rugs, its white plastered walls hung with paintings in heavy frames; the man who stood in its centre was impressive too, well over six feet tall, with great shoulders and the good looks to turn any girl's head. Any age between thirty and forty, Rose guessed, wondering if his fair hair was actually silver.

She hung back a little; this was the kind of situation Sadie could cope with admirably; her pretty face and charming smile had smoothed her path through three years of training at the children's hospital where they both worked; they could certainly turn things to her own advantage now.

"Come in, come in." The blue eyes studied them sleepily. "Very wet, aren't you? Give your cardigans to Hans, he'll get them dried for you and come into the sitting-room while I explain where you are."

He smiled at them both, but his eyes lingered on Sadie's glowing face, damp with rain, her curls no less attractive for being wet, whereas Rose's hair hung in damp tendrils, doing nothing to aid her looks.

He held out a large hand and shook their proffered ones firmly. "Sybren Werdmer ter Sane," he said briskly. It was Sadie who answered him. "I'm Sadie Gordon and this is Rose Comely." She smiled bewitchingly at him as he opened a big double door and ushered them into the room beyond.

It was a large lofty apartment, its ceiling was plaster with pendant bosses, and a central recessed oval with a border of fruit and flowers. The windows were large and draped with heavy swathes of plum-colored velvet, and the same rich color predominated in the needlework carpets strewn on the polished wood floor. The furniture was a thoughtful mixture of the old and the new. Vast display cupboards flanked the steel fireplace with its rococo chimney-piece and mirror, a pair of magnificent seventeenth-century armchairs, elaborately carved and velvet-cushioned, stood on either side of a small table inlaid with mother-of-pearl. A pair of William and Mary winged settees were on either side of the fireplace and there were a number of lamp tables and small comfortable easy chairs.

A delightful room, Rose thought, but Sadie said at once, "I say, what a simply heavenly room - you'd never guess from the outside ..."

"Er - no, I suppose not. Do sit down; I've asked Hans to bring you some tea and in the meantime tell me how I can help you."

"Oh, Rose will explain; we're hopelessly lost - my fault, I wouldn't stop to look at the map."

"Where are you staying?"

Rose answered him in her quiet sensible voice. "At a small hotel called 'De Zwaan', it's close to the Amstel Hotel, down a narrow side street. We got here yesterday, quite late in the evening, and we're leaving again in the morning. We're on a package tour; six of us, but the other four didn't want to explore. We were all right to start with, but these small streets are all alike, aren't they? Besides, they are so picturesque we just walked on and on ..."

"It is so very easy to get lost!" commented their host. "But you aren't too far out of your way. Will your friends worry?"

"They went shopping and they won't be back at the hotel until the shops close. We have a kind of high tea at half past six."

"Ah yes, of course," murmured Mijnheer Werdmer ter Sane; he had never eaten high tea in his life and indeed was a little vague as to what it was, but there was no need for him to comment further for Sadie, who had been frankly staring around her, wanted to know if the large painting of a family group wearing the stiff clothes of a couple of hundred years earlier were any relation to him. He led her over to take a closer look and when Hans came in a few minutes later with the tea tray, paused only long enough to ask Rose to pour out. "What is it you say in England? 'Be Mother.'"


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Meet the Author

Romance readers around the world were sad to note the passing of Betty Neels in June 2001.Her career spanned thirty years, and she continued to write into her ninetieth year.To her millions of fans, Betty epitomized the romance writer.Betty’s first book, Sister Peters in Amsterdam,was published in 1969, and she eventually completed 134 books.Her novels offer a reassuring warmth that was very much a part of her own personality.Her spirit and genuine talent live on in all her stories.

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A Girl Named Rose 3.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
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Another Perfect Romance from Betty Neels - 4 1/2 STARS Briefly, part of this is from another review, but will explain my bias a little. [Ok, before I go into my review, I feel I have to be 100% honest with you. I am a huge - make that HUGE Betty Neels fan. I discovered her when I was 10 or 11 years old. Over the years, I have collected every Betty Neels novel ever in print. Even special ordering them all the way from England because I was having difficulty finding them over here in the States.] OVERALL: 4 1/2 STARS Story/Plot: 5 - Having read any number of Betty Neels books, sometimes I remember others more clearly than others. There are times I go looking for a specific book and cannot find it because although I remember the book, I don't remember the title. I find this deeply frustrating especially when I have so many books I have to go through just to find one specific book. This being said, I want to help others like me out there, who are fans of Betty Neels or who are looking for a specific title, but feel helpless lost in the sea of her amazing amount of books. So, I am going to post a brief spoiler at the beginning of her books here in this section in the hopes I can help you find that one book you must read again. SPOILER COMMENT: In this delightful romance, our heroine, Rose Comely is vacationing in Holland with a group of nurses from her hospital. She and her beautiful friend are caught in a sudden storm and seek shelter in the house of prominent Dutch surgeon Sybren Werdmer ter Sane. It also bears mentioning this book includes characters Duert and Christina from Not Once but Twice and Rose and Sybren's are mentioned again in The Doubtful Marriage. Of course, much more happens, but I don't want to spoil it too much for you. Those of ya'll that are Betty Neels fans know the general premise is a rich handsome doctor falls for a nurse (sometimes she is not beautiful, she might be under appreciated or from a home of privilege but has recently fallen on hard times). Those of you who are not Betty Neels fans, I highly recommend her works especially if you like Jane Austen or Georgette Heyer. Her romances are usually light, sweet and quick reads (usually no more than 9 chapters). Highly enjoyable any volume you pick up. Re-read Value: 5 - I am always re-reading Betty Neels. Continue Series: - Not really applicable, but I will admit once you read one Betty Neels, you kinda find yourself wanting to read others even if they are similar. Although this is not part of a series, as mentioned above, other characters from other books touch upon this one. Characters: 5 - I never meet a Betty Neels hero or heroine I do not like to be honest. I did feel a little that Sybren rushed things a little at the end, but at the same times, I found in most Betty Neels novels the hero's feelings are not pressing until Chapters 8 or 9. Cover: 3 - 50/50. To be honest, if you didn't know who Betty Neels was when you picked up this cover, you might not know it was a romance from the look of it. But prior to her passing and when she did pass, there were a number of her books that were reissued with these more artsy covers. I also have the original cover this was released in paperback, which does say romance. Genre Fulfillment: 5 - Romance, check. Personal Involvement: 4 - I love all Betty Neels. Although this wasn't a personal favorite, I still highly enjoyed it and love re-reading it when I get in the mood.
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