Mary explained the whole conversation. Kitty understood at last and shook her head.
"Your mistake was to mention your cousin. You should have asked for money for a new dress for yourself and used it how you wish. That's how it's done.…
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Saturday, June 24, 2017
Persephone
For a while, Mary indulged in being Persephone. She smiled graciously when her hand was kissed and coquettishly when complimented.
When the conversation was dull - when it turned repeatedly to her 'charms' and 'the pleasure of regarding a…
Sunday, June 18, 2017
Not Her Friend or Anything More
"It's not your fault. You were made to be enchanting to gentlemen, not to clean a grate."
"More than that, I hope," Mary said. Annie made it sound lovely: being 'enchanting to gentlemen', and at Little Holland House it had felt that way,…
Saturday, June 17, 2017
No Artist Ever Painter This
"Soon everyone will know!" Harriet snorted through her tears. Her face was distorted with fear and misery. No artist ever painted this, Mary thought bitterly. This was not a girl serenely floating in a river, chanting songs, but one very much…
Sunday, June 11, 2017
A Very Different London
But soon she stopped thinking about herself. In the open carriage, she was easily distracted by the view. London was as busy as ever - an endless building site it seemed. The Thames flowed relentlessly dark and grey beneath them as they crossed…
Saturday, June 10, 2017
You Didn't Have to End Where You Started
That night the book, like the paintings, became a key to the magic world. Hunched up in bed with a candle, Mary read about goddesses who could summon storms and kill sailors who displeased them; heroes who would travel the world for ten years,…
Sunday, June 4, 2017
Made for Adventures
"... ... You seem like someone who's made for adventures."
The look he gave her was so intense that Mary felt her temperature rise. His eyes had an effect on her that she'd never experienced before. Made for adventures . That felt so…
Be That Girl
Down in the scullery, rubbing her shoulder to take the sting out, Mary couldn't help feeling she didn't belong here. She wasn't made for service and service wasn't made for her. If God had meant her to be a drudge all her life, surely He would…
Saturday, June 3, 2017
He was Like No Man
The flush on his cheeks bought out the dark Byronic beauty of his face. Mary marvelled again at how a man should choose to be a painter when he was so obviously born to be painted himself. Today he wore a soft white linen shirt with a scarlet…
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