Doesn't "heiress" have the connotation of high-born anyway, socially speaking? Unless you're wanting to differentiate between those heiresses of unfortunate fathers who had the gaucherie to be clever in business and such.
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It's Anna, and I think "gently bred" would work. I'm editing that one-page setup for the First Kiss contest and am trying to pare a few lines from the existing version so I can talk a little more about Jack.
Unless you're wanting to differentiate between those heiresses of unfortunate fathers who had the gaucherie to be clever in business and such.
The heiress in question is both--her father was a self-made man who got himself made baronet for "(financial) services to the Crown," but her mother was the daughter of an impecunious earl. I'm just trying to use both a wealth word and a pedigree word, because my goal is to tell just how high up the social spectrum she is.
t English geek
The article is determined by the sound of the subsequent word rather than the first letter. If it is a consonent sound, it's "a". A vowel sound gets "an". "Heiress" starts with a consonent, but it is actually a vowel sound, so it is correct to us "an heiress", but "highborn" starts with a consonent sound, so it's "a highborn". So..."a highborn heiress" would be correct.
t /English geek
I know that's the rule, but either way looked off in this case--maybe it was the proximity of a word with a silent H throwing me off. I kept wanting to make them more parallel by either saying "highborn hair-ess" or "'ighborn heiress."
ETA--AmyLiz, insent to your gmail account.
Gotcha. Sorry!
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Was Susan askng about the grammar? I didn't even notice - I thought it was a search for good terminology in which to sum up Anna briefly.
DUH, deb.
I would probably guess "an heiress of high birth", and avoid the sound problem you're describing, Susan. Like Deb, it took me a minute to see the problem, but once it was in my head it bounced around like a bat in a laundry basket.
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