![]() ![]() The moisture running down his cheeks now was not rainwater but tears. As usual, her mobcap was askew and she smelled of the snuff she still firmly believed, after all these years, to be a secret vice. Ramage, the Carmichaels" crotchety but lovable old housekeeper, asked him as she came in from the pantry. ![]() "By the sound o" ye coat a-drippin" out there in the entry, ye nairly drowned between the sheds and the hoose" "To let the medication work?" she asked, and he nodded gratefully. He shoved the last under the mattress, then leaned back and looked up at the ceiling, where the W's danced drunkenly across the plaster. Writing does not cause misery, it is born of misery. "All done?" she asked a few moments later. It was only after midnight, an hour after Geoffrey had ridden into the gathering storm to try and fetch the doctor, that the midwife had grown alarmed. Her labor had been long and hard, but no longer and no harder than that of many other young ladies she had seen, the midwife declared. There was an old strip of towelling hung from a hook in the entryway, and after hanging up his dripping coat and removing his boots, he used it to towel his dark-blonde hair dry. "Dear old Geoffrey" He spoke it aloud this time as he stepped into the huge and stuporously warm West Country kitchen. "I thought you were in a lot of pain, buster." She looked at him, gaze narrowing slightly. "Annie, could you wait five minutes?" he managed. He remembered Geoffrey saying You must not cry in front of her, old man - that is the one thing you must never do ![]()
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