lean on their shovels like lords.”
Norah’s fingers tightened on her skirt. “They have been digging since dawn, aunt, in this heat, and they are likely dying of thirst.” “They are used to it, Nora,” Louisa chimed in. “Their constitutions are different from ours, more robust, like farm animals, really.” Norah turned to look at her cousin’s smooth, pretty continue reading …
