Death At The Wedding Feast (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
Irish Tom eventually turned up at half past, swearing like an old sailor, saying that one of the horses had cast a shoe and that he had had to take him round to the farrier. The Apothecary, still recovering from his riotous journey to London and the rather odd day that followed, said nothing but climbed aboard and fell fast asleep. They reached Kensington in record time, or so it seemed to him – the horse appearing to have a new sense of joie de vivre for having had its hoof attended to and inspiring its fellow – and interrupted Sir Gabriel sitting at the breakfast table reading a copy of The Gentleman’s Magazine while Rose perched quietly nearby, drawing a picture in a copy book. They looked up as John entered the room unannounced and both gave him a smile before his daughter rushed into his arms. How sweet she smelled and, as always, John was vividly reminded of his late wife, Emilia, whom Rose resembled in so many ways. ‘My dear child,’ said Sir Gabriel, who sat in a long gown and turban with jewelled slippers upon his feet.
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