Sublime

Her father once told her casually that she was built like a plum on toothpicks, and the phrase was at once so cruel and so poetic that it clicked into place around her like a harness.

“Why is virtue to be always rewarded with a coach and six?” In her own novel, “Mary’s” mother, already a weak woman, is further enfeebled by reading such romances.

Father had given them an odd look, as if he had come upon Frederick borrowing something of his without permission.

William didn’t want to be a father, and Emeline couldn’t have what she most wanted, to be a mother.

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