The English Lily (Tales Of The Scrimshaw Doll) - Plot & Excerpts
She’d known it was Joseph by the raised hair on her nape. Fear left her breathless, in an utter fury of shaking beneath the covers. When what seemed like hours had ebbed by, she crawled off the bed and rearranged the pillows in her place. Fully dressed, she tiptoed to the wardrobe and pulled out her valise, to pack the meager belongings Willow had so painstakingly unpacked. She felt a little guilty about that. She laid the gypsy doll on top and fastened it shut. Keeping one ear tuned to the adjoining door, she moved quietly to the window and tipped the latch. Nary a creak sounded, a hefty credit in Martha’s favor. Yes, Martha had earned her fee, just as had Joseph. I suppose you’ve more than earned your fee. Doubly so, since you’ve bound yourself to her personally. “Doubly so,” she whispered, dropping her bag. It crashed softly into the bushes below. Re-latching the window, she moved to the door and laid her ear against it. Dowry and contracts in hand, I shall leave for Yorkshire at once.
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