From Waif to Gentleman's Wife
South-west England—spring 1817
Making sure little Susan, who suffered from nightmares, had finally settled into a deep sleep, Joanna Merrill gave the child's silky hair a gentle pat and slipped from her charge's side.
'Thank'ee, ma'am, and I be sorry to have intruded on your evening,' the nursemaid Hannah whispered, still rocking Susan's younger sister in the schoolroom just beyond the little girl's bed. 'But I was fair at my wit's end, what with this one wailing and Miss Susan all afret. Ye've got the touch that soothes that little mite. Better get downstairs now, afor you miss your tea.'
Having escaped another interminable dinner under the lecherous eye of Lord Masters, her employer's husband, Joanna had no intention of pouring tea for the family, despite her mistress's instruction that she return to do so after calming Miss Susan.
'No, Hannah, I'm feeling weary. I believe I will just return to my room and read.'
'Very well, miss. Goodnight to you… and be careful.'
Joanna had no need of the nursemaid's cryptic warning.
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