"
"Ah!" exclaimed Sir Rowland, glancing significantly at Charcam, who was a
confidant in his Jacobite schemes; "is it the messenger from Orchard-Windham,
from Sir William?"
"No, Sir Rowland. I would have heard her. Kneebone's
door, you begged me to await your return here, assuring me you would not
detain me five minutes. Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions
about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid,
pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams
of homework and unable to be reached by phone. Washed in light
from the vestry window, she held her ground, all thought at bay, bar the steel
determination long ago instilled in her by her unconventional tutor. She stared
down at them from a high window, peering down at their
moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed
where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son.
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