to her and devoted to the household, and now to find out she was actually Julianna’s co-conspirator…
    …although that shouldn’t come as a complete surprise, she reasoned. After all, hadn’t it been Clara who had blabbed to Julianna about who was actually doing all that fine weaving at night? And hadn’t Clara made that discovery just a few nights ago by eavesdropping on her and Molly?
    “Are you okay, mum?” the driver asked, and Elizabeth distractedly handed the man his coins and closed the door in his face. She walked, dumbfounded, through her sitting room and toward the staircase, not knowing what she was possibly going to tell her daughter once she climbed those stairs, but fully aware that she couldn’t just let this go until she had a...

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