Chapter 16
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Mr. Edwards was rather put out. He hadn’t said anything to her the entire half-hour carriage ride home, and though she wasn’t precisely sure what she had done, or what she had not done, Ginny did not like the sound of silence lingering in the air around them.
The road was a bumpy one, and she was holding on to the handrail to brace herself. Occasionally, in journeys past, he had put his hands on her to brace her, but not tonight. And though she never felt comfortable when he touched her, at least having him steady her would have helped with the jarring sensation that her abdomen was about to take leave of her body. She was in her fifth month now, and the baby was beginning to make himself—she had taken to referring to the baby as “he”—quite known. Whenever anyone inquire
