Monday: Lady Leah spat the pins she’d been holding between her lips into her hand, for Marguerite knew her mother could not pronounce her name in rebuke without spilling the pins.
Tuesday: This stifling ignorance of Robert would drive Marguerite mad!
Wednesday: Words of affection had fallen awkwardly from his tongue, as though he had only recently learned to speak them.
Thursday: “As he lay confessing through both our tears, begging for the pardon of Heaven, the thought came to me that I could make something good of his death.”
Friday: He added more firmly when Marguerite merely bade him boost her into the saddle, “The earl will not like it.”