Bride Of A Stranger (Classic Gothics Collection) - Plot & Excerpts
She was dressed, her hair done. It was morning, the sun shone brightly through the windows. But an aimless feeling possessed her. Without Justin and his valet to enliven the time of rising, the day seemed flat. She was aware of a vague desire to cry. What she needed was something to do, something to divert her thoughts, but there was nothing. Rachel fussed about the room, gathering up a few articles to be washed, making the four-poster bed, twisting the hair from the brush and putting it into Claire’s combing box. It seemed somehow strange to think of the years stretching ahead when, during her old age, she would appreciate having those combings to supplement her own hair. Would she still be waiting then for Justin to come from his mistress? “Is there anything else you wish to be laundered, madame?” The maid’s words broke her absorption. “No, I don’t suppose, Rachel, not if Monsieur Justin’s man has taken his master’s clothes.” “Then if you do not require me, I will attend to these.”
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