GILES,” Georgiana said frantically. “Where is my wrap?”“But you haven't eaten!” Fitzgerald protested. “There's nothing more you can do for Lizzie—she's gone, Georgiana. She's gone.”“I might examine her.” She moved swiftly to the hall. “Certify the death. It's the least I can do—having failed to s...
HAROLD SAID, STROKING the statue. “Vita would say I prefer Dionysius, but she’s wrong. The Little Virgin’s my pet.”“How did she come here?”“A fellow named Tomas Rosandic carved her for us out of wood. But I had the original cast in lead, some years ago—wood never lasts.” He glanced around. “I’m n...
