![]() Sinclair would be in this study all night, poring over the briefs, knowing that right above his head she was lying in bed, stripped to her smalls, her face flushed with sleep. Bertie looked at the ceiling, already knowing that. He made himself step out of the way of the door. Only your kids.”ĭid Sinclair want to know what had caused Miss Evans, a haughty woman, to run off and leave Andrew and Cat with Bertie? Or was it best that the adventure never came to his ears? Her smile beamed out like bright sunshine. ![]() “Ones that don’t look as though you’ve been wrestling dogs in them.” ![]() “Clothes.” Bertie looked down at the wool dress, the skirt stained with mud from London streets and rent in several places, including her backside, as though she’d sat on something rough. ![]() Macaulay, a thoroughly egalitarian man, would shrug and nod, seeing nothing wrong with an East End working-class girl taking care of the McBride children, as long as she could do it. ![]() Hill would throw a fit, but then she’d rise to the occasion, as she always did. Wages and board, and an allowance for clothes.” Her worn frock would have to go-she’d have to look the part. “I told you, yes, until a new governess can be sorted out. ![]()
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