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The attic room is north-facing and offers little light.
Same
Dora turns her face away, purses her lips at Lottie’s tone. Always she has treated Dora like this, as if she were nothing more than a servant herself and not, in fact, the daughter of two reputable antiquarians and the niece of the current proprietor.
The classism ew
he was keen to include Dora in conversations about expansion, East India shipments, new lots to sell at Christie’s.
Ma'am you mean colonization??
Hezekiah stands and, wincing, plucks a rusty nail from his thigh. The tip of it glistens red.
Infected with tetanus, one can hope
This is wrong
his designs are nothing to hers, yet it is he who makes a living from them!
she’s so annoying lmaoo
