“Tell Agatha,” Norah said, her voice ringing clear and cold in the cavernous hall, “that I am employed here. I am the estate manager of Rookwood. I am paid £50 a quarter, which is exactly £50 more than she ever gave me. I am not leaving.”
Harrington gaped. “Estate manager? Don’t be absurd, Norah. Women do not manage estates. You are a spinster.continue reading …
