Storm and Silence

: Oh God, please do

t of the open window, through which bright, golden sunlight streamed int

u very m

mplating my doom. Ella, however, didn't seem to be aware of the fact that her sister was about to f

ckname she only used when nobody else was arou

roat. Eight thirty? In my mind I heard Mr Ambrose's cool

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led out of my nightdress, and hurriedly started throwing on the doze

atter?' cried

was slightly muffled because I was trying to

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mportant. Please, Ella, help me with th

uestioning me. Instead she untangled the knotted mess of petticoats I

ng my head at my favourite, s

th lace trimmings she knew I hated wearing. When I had slipped into it, I rushed to the mirro

ption in Chiswick: me, trying to make myself look stylish. In the mirror I

en smile spreading over her face. 'You have a rend

ed, and I wh

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ed on her face. Her hands came up, starting to style my hair and smooth my dress at a pace I would never have been c

e is.

well, to do whatever romantic couples get up to when they're alone. Why did every female's brain on earth, including that of my little sister, turn to mushy-gushy mushrooms the