Chapter Nine (3)
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proclaimed as she softly petted the smooth luster of the satin fabric. 


“So, what of it?” Elizabeth asked defensively. 

“You tell me,” Molly suggested. 

“I had this dress tucked away in my old cedar chest in the attic for decades,” the lady finally admitted, “but a couple of years after Horatio died I dug it back out. It reminds me of him. I had it made especially for our honeymoon trip to the Continent. I keep it in my room now for when I’m feeling…lonely…” 

“’Ave you tried it on since?” 

“No, Molly, I haven’t,” the lady blushingly admitted as she grabbed back her old but cherished dress and hugged it like a teddy bear.&...

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