Chapter 37
Week 14, Instructor Calendar, May 1896
Twas a rough night.
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Concordia thought she would have no trouble going to sleep after such an active day, so she was surprised to find herself still wakeful after several hours. The warm night air, fragrant with damp grass, did little to relieve the stuffiness of the room. Even in her lightest muslin nightdress, she felt uncomfortable. Her restless mind turned over the puzzle of what was revealed—and not revealed—in the letters she had received. She despaired of ever understanding how Mary died. During her occupied hours today, Concordia had managed to set aside her questions. But now, in the quiet of the night, there was no escaping them.
Then there was the problem of David Bradley, and what Julian had told her. Although
