Ginevra shrugged it away. “It is her way. I do not think she is alone. I have heard others, other staff from other cottages, say same happens to them.”
Pain stabbed my jaw; my body told me of my anger. No wonder there was such dissatisfaction among staff, so many escaping from their posts to find employment in the mills and factories. Work in the mill might have been harder, but often hard work is an easy price for self-respect.
I threw off my rage as best I could and commenced our stroll. I did not want it to shadow our time together as the dark clouds rolling in attempted to do.
“Well, you must keep on,” I insisted, “I look forward to wearing more of your wonderful creations.”
“You do?” Her voice rose until the last note flew up skyward.
“I most certainly do. In fact, perhaps you co
