“I have your clean clothes.” Tye set the basket down on the chair. “Already?” Abigail pushed the coverlet away and sat up. “Would you like to put them on now?” “Yes, and I’ll it do myself, you can go.” Tye frowned, obviously hurt by her dismissal. Abigail felt bad for letting her anxiety show in her manners. “Tye.” She smiled at the woman. “Thank you for your kindness.” The small approval brought a smile to Tye’s face. She departed happier and Abigail got dressed. She took extra time, borrowing a comb she saw on the chest of drawers, and fixing her hair much better than before. Her long locks drawn up and fastened, she let loose tendrils fall around her nape and face. The humidity had made her curls tighter and she liked the image she saw in the oval mirror hanging on the back of the door. She smoothed the skirting of her dress down and felt less bedraggled than when she’d arrived, even though a bath would have been nice too.
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