Chapter 7
Lizzy awoke to the sound of the clock striking four. Her attempts to relax and fall back into slumber proved fruitless. Sleep never reclaimed her.
Too soon, the light of dawn crept through the window. Might she tiptoe downstairs in search of a book?
It wouldn’t have to be an entertaining book. Anything that would calm her mind and quiet her thoughts would be fine. Her own books, unfortunately, were all packed at the bottom of her trunk. And heaven knew Lydia would not have a book about her.
On the bed next to Lizzy, her sister slept like the dead. The girl always had. She flitted about with wild bursts of energy all day, then collapsed at night.
Lizzy had set out her travelling clothes the evening before. She dressed quickly and silently. For the trip north, she had commissi
