Mr. Darcy hung onto the strap as the carriage completed a swift and sharp right turn into the small posting inns yard. His driver shouted at the horses as he worked to stop their far too fast speed in the yard. Something must have gone wrong. He would not pound on the ceiling and ask what the devil was happening even though he was thrown against one side as another sharp corner was taken. He
Published on May 05, 2020 12:39