Our Own Country: A Novel (The Midwife Series) - Plot & Excerpts
I knew not how something so warm and loving could be a sin, though I had been told so often enough. We were both shy, and this made us laugh, which we had to do soundlessly, our mouths open, bottom teeth jutting forward foolishly. Thank goodness no one watched us, for it was less the stuff of drama than of comedy. Though tentative at first, Watkins became playful, touching and prodding me in places that seemed to amuse and delight him equally. Then the play became more focused, urgent. But always loving and gentle. Afterward I cried, because I had not known men could be so gentle, or so kind. “Why do you cry?” he whispered in my ear, as I buried my face in my pillow. But the gentle question made me cry harder, and finally I told him about Mr. Inman and Mr. Hutchinson. As I did so, a look of unutterable disgust spread across his noble face. He was silent a long while. “I’m sorry, Eliza.” He shook his head, and suddenly I feared that he would not understand, that he would blame me.
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