“For a long time she rested herself against the major’s comforting bulk, but her mind would not stop spinning like a top. She worried about him when he seemed to breathe too deeply, or when it was too shallow for her liking. She thought about Maria and knew she should go find her. She wondered what would happen if there were more uniform fragments hidden deeper in his shoulder. Always through verse after verse of her worries was the chorus: You have no money; no worldly goods to endow anybody wi...th. Even people as kind as the Innises need paying guests at their inn. Few of us can live long on goodwill. She shuddered and imagined the Innises booting them downstairs and out the door, and then Mr. Wilburn pulling out each painstakingly applied stitch when told that she could not pay. She sat up in a perfect sweat. Lydia, you are a fool, she scolded herself. These are good people who will help you, if they know of your present dilemma. She sighed and leaned against Sam’s hips, staying far away from his shoulder.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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