Labourers trickled back to their tasks, sluggish with bread and beer; market-traders had done the best of their day’s business; the homeward rush of workers seemed impossibly far in the future. Mary usually took this opportunity to review her morning’s work. Today, especially, she would have welc...
“Er – home?” A quick glance about showed they were nearly the last people on site.“Wrong. You’re dining with me.”“Like this?” She looked down at her dusty clothes, mud-caked shoes, grimy hands.“Well, you could come home with me and have a bath first.” There was a distinct leer in his voice.She bl...
“Please, Ma’am – your safety.” “She is right, Vicky,” said Prince Albert. “Very wel . We shal pray for your success, Miss Quinn.” Mary curtseyed very low. “Thank you, Your Majesty.” She waited only until the carriage was in motion. Then, with one last look at the grey, drizzling world above groun...
It was a powerful one, however, and he kept his fist clenched round her coarse cotton shirt in order to avoid acting on it. “You and I,” he growled, swinging her round to face him, “are going to talk.” “Perhaps later,” she suggested. “After supper and the charity raffle.” For all her flippant wor...