“She was leaving her respected home, her family of distinguished ancestry, her two sisters with whom she had lived in harmony, and the dogs and horses that loved her. Such deprivation would have been adequate cause for lamentation, but in this instance she was also surrendering one of the loveliest plantations in Tidewater Virginia, with its own wharves and shipyard on the Rappahannock, and heading for some primitive wilderness in Maryland across the bay, and that was true misery. But she was de...termined to make this sad journey in what her family would describe as good spirits. She had been born twenty-six years ago, an ugly child—‘And that’s a curse when it’s a girl,’ said her mammy—but in spite of her forbidding looks, her lively father had insisted upon naming her after one of Shakespeare’s most beautiful and witty women. ‘Fair Rosalind,’ he called her, especially when guests were present, and all who heard this doting description had to be aware of its inappropriateness.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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