“Many families came and much merriment was had. Violet heard the carriages and laughter from her window, but she was not invited to take part. He was kind enough to send up a tray of special candies and sweetbreads the night of Christ’s birth, but Violet was too angry to eat them. He also sent gifts: supplies for needlework, new books, and a new gown. The books were more of the same drivel about womanly manners. If she read one more page about female modesty or wifely virtue, she would go ra...ving mad. And the gown was one of her own—the crimson one she’d arrived in, now tacked up in the back like all the others. Yes, she had a bit of color in her wardrobe now. No, she was not permitted her modesty. Apparently, that was only for the females in his blasted books. He came Christmas night to give her a bedtime spanking as usual, and then returned to the rollicking fun downstairs. It was enough. Beyond enough. By Twelfth Night, she knew she must take some action.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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