A wagoner’s cart—yes. Now that, she reasoned, wouldn’t have seemed out of place at all, not even at this late hour. But a hired carriage awaiting custom in this impoverished area of the city, where the people could barely scrape together enough to live…? Yes, definitely odd, she concluded, but th...
Vanity had never been one of her besetting sins; at least she sincerely hoped it had not. Notwithstanding, she had always taken pride in her appearance, and, yes, attempted to make the best of what nature had seen fit to bestow upon her. Unlike her mother who had been brea...