hate that, making it all the more delightful. They would sleep together, albeit a chaste three feet apart, and it would annoy her for the rest of her life.
And with that he closed his eyes and slept, a smile on his face, malice in his heart. He slept.
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It was past five in the morning, and Lydia Harriman was already up and dressed, having spent a wretched three hours in bed, tossing and turning, before givingup completely. Her motherâs disappearance wasnât that unusualâLady Caroline would vanish for days at a time, and there was nothing they could do about it.
But sheâd gotten much worse recently. Her conversations were sprinkled with curses, and there was a strange, otherworldly look in her eyes that no one could break through. She complained constantly of the cold, even with the warmest fire, and when things were really bad they tied her to the bed lest she hurt herself.
Or them. When her mother was raging there was no telling what she might do, and Nanny Maude kept the knives hidden just to be safe. And there were times, which Lydia would never admit to, that she hoped her mother would simply not return from her next escapade.
But this time Elinor had disappeared as well.
It was an eerie, ice-cold dawn. Sheâd been careful not to put too much wood on the fire. What little fuel they had must last as long as possible. Elinor tried to shield her from the harsher realities of life, and Lydia had stopped arguing. If it made her elder sister happy to think that she was ignorant of the truly desperate circumstances they were living in then Lydia could pretend. Elinor had always been a bossy sibling, in the best sense of the word, and she wouldnât hear of Lydia shouldering her share of the burden. Sooner or later sheâd have to give in, but for now Elinor was happier pretending that she had everything under control, when control had vanished months ago.
She heard the noise in the kitchen, and she jumped up, almost knocking over the chair in her relief. Nanny was already there, in her robe and nightcap, as Jacobs came in. Alone.
âWhere are the others, you auld idiot?â Nanny Maude demanded before Lydia could speak.
The old man hung his head. âWe followed her ladyship out of the city to the devilâs own playground.â He turned to Lydia. âThere was no stopping your sister, miss. She took off before I knew what she was doing, and they wouldnât let me follow her. I tried to fight them but there were too many of them, and Iâm an old man. Not as strong as I was.â
âYou couldnât have done anything,â Lydia said in a soothing voice, while Nanny made a derisive noise that could almost be called a snort.
âThey wouldnât have been stopping me, â the old woman said bitterly. âYouâre a fool and a coward.â
âYou crazy old bat, no one would dare to touch a harridan the likes of you,â he snapped back, their lifelong battle flaring up.
âStop it, both of you!â Lydia said sharply. âYou still havenât told me where they are. Did they go to that manâs château?â
âThey did indeed,â he said. âYour mother had gone there to gamble. I hadnât been there an hour, still trying to find my way into the house, when they came and found me. Told me to take the coach and get back to town, and your mother and sister would be following.â
âWhat coach?â
If Jacobs had been looking shamefaced before, he looked even more devastated now. âThe coachâ¦erâ¦I meant to sayâ¦erâ¦the coachâ¦â He cleared his throat. âI had to borrow a coachâ¦â
âYou had to steal a coach,â Lydia interrupted him gently. âThatâs all right, Jacobs. Iâm not as blind as my sister wishes me to be. Youâve done it before, I know. So you stole a coach in order to go after my mother. Well done. Did you get it back before anyone
And with that he closed his eyes and slept, a smile on his face, malice in his heart. He slept.
Â
It was past five in the morning, and Lydia Harriman was already up and dressed, having spent a wretched three hours in bed, tossing and turning, before givingup completely. Her motherâs disappearance wasnât that unusualâLady Caroline would vanish for days at a time, and there was nothing they could do about it.
But sheâd gotten much worse recently. Her conversations were sprinkled with curses, and there was a strange, otherworldly look in her eyes that no one could break through. She complained constantly of the cold, even with the warmest fire, and when things were really bad they tied her to the bed lest she hurt herself.
Or them. When her mother was raging there was no telling what she might do, and Nanny Maude kept the knives hidden just to be safe. And there were times, which Lydia would never admit to, that she hoped her mother would simply not return from her next escapade.
But this time Elinor had disappeared as well.
It was an eerie, ice-cold dawn. Sheâd been careful not to put too much wood on the fire. What little fuel they had must last as long as possible. Elinor tried to shield her from the harsher realities of life, and Lydia had stopped arguing. If it made her elder sister happy to think that she was ignorant of the truly desperate circumstances they were living in then Lydia could pretend. Elinor had always been a bossy sibling, in the best sense of the word, and she wouldnât hear of Lydia shouldering her share of the burden. Sooner or later sheâd have to give in, but for now Elinor was happier pretending that she had everything under control, when control had vanished months ago.
She heard the noise in the kitchen, and she jumped up, almost knocking over the chair in her relief. Nanny was already there, in her robe and nightcap, as Jacobs came in. Alone.
âWhere are the others, you auld idiot?â Nanny Maude demanded before Lydia could speak.
The old man hung his head. âWe followed her ladyship out of the city to the devilâs own playground.â He turned to Lydia. âThere was no stopping your sister, miss. She took off before I knew what she was doing, and they wouldnât let me follow her. I tried to fight them but there were too many of them, and Iâm an old man. Not as strong as I was.â
âYou couldnât have done anything,â Lydia said in a soothing voice, while Nanny made a derisive noise that could almost be called a snort.
âThey wouldnât have been stopping me, â the old woman said bitterly. âYouâre a fool and a coward.â
âYou crazy old bat, no one would dare to touch a harridan the likes of you,â he snapped back, their lifelong battle flaring up.
âStop it, both of you!â Lydia said sharply. âYou still havenât told me where they are. Did they go to that manâs château?â
âThey did indeed,â he said. âYour mother had gone there to gamble. I hadnât been there an hour, still trying to find my way into the house, when they came and found me. Told me to take the coach and get back to town, and your mother and sister would be following.â
âWhat coach?â
If Jacobs had been looking shamefaced before, he looked even more devastated now. âThe coachâ¦erâ¦I meant to sayâ¦erâ¦the coachâ¦â He cleared his throat. âI had to borrow a coachâ¦â
âYou had to steal a coach,â Lydia interrupted him gently. âThatâs all right, Jacobs. Iâm not as blind as my sister wishes me to be. Youâve done it before, I know. So you stole a coach in order to go after my mother. Well done. Did you get it back before anyone
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