’ ‘Only a few minutes, miss. ” He crossed himself and grinned. They had much to talk about, or rather Miss Prudence had. She feared he might take her tears as a sign of weakness. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. . As she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown, sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered hip everyday garb. ” “I am going to ask more than a favour,” she said slowly. linked image back linked image back MADEMOISELLE AT ARMS Elizabeth Bailey © 2011 by Elizabeth Bailey All rights reserved. The storm appeared to have blown over, for they were conversing in a very amicable manner with Mr. She recognized the face but could not quite place it. “It’s bound to be all right,” she said.
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