“You must tell me the truth, please. ’ *** 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. The door opened. She wore a black satin dress, a little shiny at the seams, a purposeless bow of white tulle at the back of her neck, and a huge chatelaine. Mary Lucia was branded “the earliest riser and the best at keeping up with her chores” by the formidable Sisters at the orphanage. And the fact that it was dressed in riding gear had fooled her into thinking it was her own image. Shari’s eyes widened, “You mean it?” “I’m all yours, head to toe. “A little touchy this evening, aren’t we, Missy?” Michelle chided her friend.
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