Chapter 21: Miss Lansing Rebels
Saturday Morning
Emily woke with a start and to a warm presence. I must be imagining it. That book wasn’t there earlier. I took it back to the library. Didn’t I? But there it was in her bed, as if it were a child snuggling up to her, needing comfort and attention. Mother Goose, indeed.
Years had passed since Livie had read her such childhood tales, and even then Emily was too old for them, yet the thought brought her comfort. Is it you, Livie? Are you the warm presence I feel?
The first good thing had happened since her arrival, and wouldn’t you know it was something unexplainable, a bit of warmth amidst the surrounding sadness at Devonshire. Someone in the house was watching over her, looking out for her welfare. But who?
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Dora had already been
