Victoria of the Silhouette
The letter arrived on a Thursday in October, carried by a footman in a livery that cost more than Nell Whitfield's annual rent. It was sealed with black wax, impressed with the Ashworth crest — a sheaf of wheat bound by a ribbon. Nell did not open it until after noon, when the light in her Covent Garden workshop was honest and the needle would not blind her. She cut the seal with her...
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