Mademoiselle At Arms
“‘Oh, you may come to me on any mission you like,’ uttered Mrs Sindlesham roguishly. ‘It is seldom enough I am visited by anyone at all, let alone a personable young redcoat.’ Gerald could not suppress a grin. ‘Is that why you allowed me in, ma’am?’ A dimple appeared in the faded cheek. ‘I allow anyone in. I am quite indiscriminate, I assure you.’ Mrs Prudence Sindlesham, a widow of several years’ standing, so she told Gerald, was a scarecrow of a female, long and lank of limb in a figure that h...ad once been willowy. She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald.
‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand. ‘I have an arthritic complaint, which is why you find me retired from fashionable life. I rarely set foot in London these days.’ If she suffered from dragging pain in her joints, Gerald thought it explained why her features were prematurely lined.MoreLess
‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand. ‘I have an arthritic complaint, which is why you find me retired from fashionable life. I rarely set foot in London these days.’ If she suffered from dragging pain in her joints, Gerald thought it explained why her features were prematurely lined.MoreLess
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