Chapter 82
Felicity clears her throat and glares at me. I suppose she thinks she’s helping. “This girl was a mute. Wilhelmina Wyatt.” Brigid whirls around, a funny expression on her face. “Blimey, now wot you want to know about that one fer?” “It was Ann who knew of her. Had a book written by her. And I—we—just wondered what sort of person she was.” I finish with a smile that can only be described as feeble. “Well, it were a long time ago,” Brigid repeats. She dusts a small Oriental vase with her apron. “But I remember ’er. Miss Wil’mina Wyatt. Mrs. Raftel said she was special, in ’er way, that she saw wot most of us don’t. ‘She can see into the dark,’ she said. Well, I didn’t pretend to know wot that meant. The girl couldn’t even speak, bless her soul. But she were always with ’er little book, w
- Writer
