Thirty-One“Sir John Russell. Where is he? I have to talk to Sir John immediately.” Huldah stared at the Gold House foreman, who stood in the midst of the rising framework of the new house, and squeezed her eyes tight. Until last night, she had been a woman whose composure rarely cracked. But she’d never been as frightened of anything as she was right now. The thought that she might lose her darling Isabella, never see her sweet smiling face again — well, it just didn’t bear thinking about. She couldn’t countenance it.
Her hands were fluttering at her side like wounded birds. She stiffened them and looked back up at the carpenter, hammer in hand, who was gazing at her, waiting for her to explain. When she’d gone into the village this morning to do her usual grocery shop and seen all those
