“She expected no extra Christmas token, not on this last day when the stingy woman counted out coins into Mary Ann’s palm as though they were crown jewels. She had to write her own letter of character, so she larded on all the skills she possessed, not just a modest few. Even Beth would have told her this was no time to hide her candle under anyone’s bushel. She needed employment, and soon. Lady Naismith barely glanced at the letter, which confirmed Mary Ann’s belief that the woman was almost il...literate. Her signature, cramped and crabbed, would indicate such was the case. Mary Ann put the coins in her reticule, afraid to look at them for fear they would shrink if scrutinized. She put on her cloak, nodded to Lady Naismith, and went to the door. “You’re not even going to wish me Happy Christmas, gel?” the old screw asked. “It slipped my mind,” Mary Ann said, feeling surprisingly serene. “I hope you have the Christmas you deserve.” She left Lady Naismith stewing over that one, and did not look back.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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