The Schoolmistress's Bargain
The Schoolmistress's Bargain I The fog rolled in from the Thames like a living thing, thick and grey and patient. Eleanor Hartwell watched it from her classroom window while thirty girls sat at their desks, copying passages from Milton into their exercise books. The sound of thirty pens scratching against paper was a sound she had come to love - steady, unhurried, the sound of young minds at...
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