Too late, alas, to stop the disastrous marriage. ’
***
Everett, General Lord Charvill, master of a barony stretching over a wide estate
that encroached on the hundreds of Witham, Thurstable and Dengy, stood before
his own fireplace, glaring at his visitors from under bushy white brows from a
head held necessarily low above a back painfully bent by rheumatism. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new
foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the
figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that
had not been waxed properly. “They seem smaller, you know, even physically smaller,” she said. ”
Lucy knew exactly which blouse Sheila had found. Gosse, if he had any sense, would immediately seek out the
Remenham lawyers. “Don’t you think I ought to?” she
asked, very submissively. One OUGHT to want to please her. “Idiotic, isn’t it?”
“Absolutely,” she agreed coldly. Her head dipped
deeply into the current, and she narrowly escaped being swamped. It
suited him to dampen the spirits of any who sought to impose upon him, as these
relics of the loathed family of Valade seemed like to do. ’
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