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.”
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