Chapter 8 -part i

Author's note: sorry not to have posted for a couple of days - real life essay crisis.  Anyway, I'm giving you two chapters today to make up!

Mrs Marlow and her second daughter rarely felt the need to chat over the breakfast table when there were just the two of them.  Rowan usually had a pile of post to wade through, just occasionally emitting a groan or sigh to indicate its contents.  Her mother generally preferred the morning paper, carefully checking the home and foreign news for items that might be of interest to her husband, then skimming the social pages before ending with the crossword.

 

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Chapter 8 - part ii

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Chapter 9

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Nicholas and Bess - part 3

Author's note: some more historical fic too.  Am I spoiling you?

'Do you miss him very much, Nick?'  That was Bess, looking up at him through those clear grey eyes that demanded an honest answer.

                'Very much, when I remember him.  Only, it seems as though he died for me last year when I left.  I have grown accustomed to being without him.  But I forget, sometimes, that I shan't ever see him again.  I have grown so much into the habit of remarking strange things, comic tales, odd people, always thinking, "Will would want to hear that, I must be sure to tell it right when next I see him."  And then I catch myself up and feel the same pain once more.  Perhaps, soon, I will learn to remember.'

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