Back in the bed she stared up into the dark, while the tears streamed from her eyes and ran into the hair at her temples. She did not sleep that night, and the next morning when she crawled out of bed she found that there were a few spots of blood on the under sheet. But it was Monday, and Monday...
Blanche did so with mixed feelings. Not only did she resent the fact that she would have to spend part of the holiday in the company of Gentry Harrow, but also, at the back of her mind, she was aware of a growing problem connected with her family. Where her mother and Ernest were concerned, Blanc...
There were twenty-four in the class, their ages ranging from seven to ten years. The older ones, Abbie knew, would probably not remain beyond the end of the autumn term. As it was, she could never be sure how many of them would be present on any particular day. Nearly all her pupils were the offs...
As they got in he looked at Sophie and said, ‘We have here one tired little girl who will be relieved to get home and have a nap.’ Sophie protested, but her protests were clearly halfhearted, and as soon as she and Grace were aboard she pressed up to Grace’s side and closed her eyes. ‘We’ll go by...
For all Lydia’s outer stillness her heart was thumping in her chest. A part of her mind protested that it could not be true, that Guy’s presence there must be some strange manifestation of her thought; her father had been speaking of him just a short time ago, that very afternoon, and here Guy wa...