But here I am still at Lansdowne Road, and little has changed, except for the ever-increasing pace of work. Nothing more has been said of the incident of the flying jam pot which caused me so much distress, nor have any more murderers passed beneath the window. I have not seen Alexandra for some ...
—William Shakespeare, Hamlet Still wakeful after midnight, Sidonie got out of bed and threw wide the casement, leaning out into the cool September dark. She felt hot and irritable, and her back ached. I’m stiff from the journey, she persuaded herself; tomorrow I will stay long abed, and rest. But...
The small wooden crucifix her grandmother had given her hung from a ribbon at her throat. “Dear me,” said Mrs. Jensen, looking askance at her daughter’s costume, “you’re as drab as a churchmouse today. What a dull family Katrine’s cousins will think us!” “The roads will be dusty,” said Gerda, hel...