“Though she hinted she would send for me soon.” Bringhurst leaned forward, prompting her two present daughters to do the same. “What of Dorothea, Mama? Have you any news from her?” Teresa resumed weaving tiny stitches into the little cap she held and turned back to the conversation with their mother. What flattered her sixty-year-old mother did not do Ellen any favors. It isn’t as thick as Mama’s for all those curls to be practical.” Rowlings to try something else with your hair. “Ellen, try this.” Teresa, the eldest sister in the Bringhurst family, pulled a hairpin from beneath her bonnet and held it across the tea things to Ellen. Her irritation mounted, and she wished her mother’s maid had not thought to give the matron and her daughter the same curls. Never be afraid to love.Įllen flicked a black curl from her forehead, but the irksome spiral just bounced back. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.Īnd to Bluestockings everywhere. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. His Bluestocking Bride © 2018 by Sally Britton.
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