By Liz Curtis Higgs
SHE misplaced every little thing SHE LOVED.HE HAD every thing SHE NEEDED.BUT may well SHE locate THE braveness TO belief HIM?Stepping from a battered trainer on a wet April eve, newly widowed Elisabeth Kerr needs to start back, with no husband or identify, estate or fortune. She is unafraid of labor and talented with a needle, yet how will she sew jointly the tattered remnants of her existence? And who will mend her middle, torn asunder through betrayal and deception? Elisabeth has no longer come to Selkirk on my own. Her partner's mother, Marjory Kerr, is a girl undone, having buried her husband, her sons, and any promise of grandchildren. based upon a far off cousin with meager assets, Marjory dreads the longer term virtually up to she regrets the earlier. but pleasure nonetheless comes knocking, and wish is frequently present in unforeseen places. Then a important hero steps ahead, rekindling a spark of desire. Will he probability his recognition to protect girls categorised as traitors to the Crown? Or will a filthy rich good looks, untainted by way of scandal, seize his affections? The heartrending trip of the Kerr ladies involves an excellent end in Mine Is the evening, a glowing gem of redemption and recovery set in eighteenth-century Scotland.
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Good night,” Elisabeth said softly, hoping the others might respond and so end the evening on a sweeter note. But Anne closed her bed curtains without a word, and Marjory exhaled in obvious frustration. With the Sabbath almost upon them, Elisabeth refused to be discouraged. The light of day and the warmth of society would surely improve things. She quietly arranged her plaid by the faint glow of the coal fire, then closed her eyes and called upon the Almighty. I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches.
I’ll have ye hame afore dark, leddies. ” He clambered onto his seat, then called out to his pair of horses, while the mounted dragoons galloped down the road, their hoofbeats soon fading. Both women exhaled and sank back against the worn leather upholstery. “You were very brave,” Elisabeth said at last. ” Marjory pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve and patted her damp cheeks. ” Elisabeth stretched out her long legs. ” Marjory glanced at her daughter-in-law’s gown. ” A smile played at the corners of Elisabeth’s mouth.
Disheartened at the prospect, Marjory walked along the front wall, counting her steps. Eighteen. Then she measured from the windows to the back wall. Eighteen. The supporting wall that ran halfway through the room provided a modicum of privacy between Anne’s bed and the rest of her lodging yet made the house feel even smaller. With a muted groan, Marjory sank onto the nearest chair, wondering what Anne Kerr might serve for supper. Moldy cheese and a stale bannock, she imagined, then chastised herself for judging their cousin so harshly.
Mine Is the Night by Liz Curtis Higgs