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Mary’s words stung like fire. She wanted to stand up and say, “I will be a lacemaker’s apprentice. ” But she knew such eloquent displays were beyond her. “And if you keep Anne here,” Mary continued, “you’ll have to keep me. For Deborah will be busy working for you, and somebody has to take care of Anne. ” Anne could read on Father’s face that he believed every word. To him, possessed of such a fiery intellect, of course she would seem to be touched in the head. Of course he thought her a simple, for she could barely read or write, and knew not a single other language like her sisters.
You’re right to admonish me, sister. ” They lay in the grass for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of the city closing around them: carriages and street vendors and builders; the creaking of nearby windmills. Max, tired of playing by himself, returned to Mary and dropped a stick in her lap. She sat up and threw it for him, and he raced off again. “Anne,” Mary said quietly. ” Anne felt her whole body tense against the question. She sat up. “No,” she said. “And I shan’t. You should p-put the whole thing out of your mind, for it was many years ago and the angel p-probably has other young charges now.
Mary crossed the road to rejoin them. “Safe and sound,” she said, smiling. ” It was late in the afternoon on their second day in London. Anne had decided on a walk to explore the new neighbourhood, and her sisters had joined her. After descending the narrow muddy hill of Artillery Walk, they were now crossing the main street towards the fields. But these fields were nothing like the vast, sunny spaces near Grandmamma’s house. Anne could see more dark streets and houses on the other side, as though they were jealously crowding out the open space.