She wasn’t even sure what she was looking for – perhaps some kind of thin protective glove, better than these goalkeeper numbers, to keep the dry paper from desiccating under her fingertips. Marigolds hardly seemed any more suitable. She pulled off the thick gloves and looked at the red, sweating skin at her wrist. It would be OK to read the book as it was, wouldn’t it? After all, there were volumes just as old in many libraries, and this was hardly a priceless artefact, just some ordinary girl’s diary. Except the ordinary girl was destined to be a Harville, and just might have ended up badly. If it was even her. Didn’t everyone have the same names in Victorian times, after all? So many Annes and Victorias and Charlottes. Frances would have been just as common. Really, it could have been one of the higher servants, or . . . Shut up, Jenna, and just read. The first page revealed the book to be a diary, with a page for each day. Riffling through, Jenna noticed that some pages were full to overflowing, carrying on to the next day’s page, while others were blank.
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