Chapter TwentyMaria
“She is beauty in distress.” Alexander Hamilton on Maria Reynolds, in his first draft of The Reynolds Pamphlet
Teusd'y eve, Feb'y the 7th, eleven of clock.
I fulfilled my dream this morn—I woke up in his arms. We made love again, but it was urgent and brief. “I have an early appointment, so this has to be a rush tumble.” He kept one eye on the clock. It was over before I noticed the movement of either the clock's hands or his hands.
As he hustled into his britches, I voiced my wishes for later that day. “Alex, I want to be here when you return, to share supper. I long to be your Mrs., even for one day.”
He grabbed his shirt, shaking his head. “Nay, you must return home. Your being seen here will spell trouble—at the very least.” He ran his hand over his growth of w
