Louisa Revealed
““Good morning, Miss,” Molly said. “I’ve come to help you with your bath.” Lucy shook her head and reached for her corset that she had laid on her bed.
“I’m not bathing this morning, Molly. You may help me finish dressing.” Molly wrung her hands and glanced behind her at the closed door. Lucy watched her puzzled by her behavior.
“I’m sorry, Miss, but Mrs. Bremmer has sent up water for your bath.” Lucy looked at the door and said, “I’m not bathing today Molly. You may send the water away.” Molly shook her head and stepped closer to Lucy and lowered her voice.
“Please Miss Lucy, you must have a bath. Mrs. Bremmer said.”
“Molly, I don’t give a fig what Mrs. Bremmer said. I don’t wish to bathe today and that is the end of it. Now, help me into my corset and dress.” Molly didn’t move to take the corset from her mistress. Instead, she took a deep breath and then confessed, “You must bathe, Miss Lucy. If you don’t, well, please, Miss, let the lads fill your tub.” Lucy finally t...ook a good long look at the young serving girl. She noticed that Molly’s face was flushed; she continued to wring her hands together, and her eyes were wide and frightened. Lucy again looked towards the door and whispered, “What’s wrong Molly? Is Mrs.MoreLess
“I’m not bathing this morning, Molly. You may help me finish dressing.” Molly wrung her hands and glanced behind her at the closed door. Lucy watched her puzzled by her behavior.
“I’m sorry, Miss, but Mrs. Bremmer has sent up water for your bath.” Lucy looked at the door and said, “I’m not bathing today Molly. You may send the water away.” Molly shook her head and stepped closer to Lucy and lowered her voice.
“Please Miss Lucy, you must have a bath. Mrs. Bremmer said.”
“Molly, I don’t give a fig what Mrs. Bremmer said. I don’t wish to bathe today and that is the end of it. Now, help me into my corset and dress.” Molly didn’t move to take the corset from her mistress. Instead, she took a deep breath and then confessed, “You must bathe, Miss Lucy. If you don’t, well, please, Miss, let the lads fill your tub.” Lucy finally t...ook a good long look at the young serving girl. She noticed that Molly’s face was flushed; she continued to wring her hands together, and her eyes were wide and frightened. Lucy again looked towards the door and whispered, “What’s wrong Molly? Is Mrs.MoreLess
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