Tuesday, November 25, 2014

“My dear.” Laura stopped to take Miranda’s hands in hers. “It will only be for a few weeks, perhaps a few months. After Christmastide, I am promised to an elderly aunt in Northumberland, to help her organize the repair of her cottage. But once that is completed, you will come to stay with me in my townhouse in London.”

“Do you need a companion?”

“Not particularly,” Laura said cheerfully, “and I would suspect you would be a poor companion. You do not scurry nervously. And I have seen your embroidery, it is atrocious, so you would not be able to untangle your employer’s silks.”

—From The Spinster's Christmas

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