Chapter 72
Victoria’s third floor hideaway no longer approached any sort of comfort or warmth.
The chill of a rainy morning permeated the floor, walls, even the rough wooden table that served as her workbench. A tiny hearth in Jaji’s room on the other side of the wall was lit, but precious little of its heat passed through even with the hall door closed and the hidden door propped open.
She kept herself well bundled with a black woolen riding dress, thick stockings under her boots, and a blue wool coat that buttoned up to her neck and fell past her knees. She’d reluctantly pulled a cap that matched the coat over her hair, deciding the sparking tangles later on would be worth it.
A pair of knitted gloves made without fingertips was hardly fashionable, especially since they were a jarrin
