Literature
The Silver Knife
Were here.
The carriage stopped, the horses throwing their heads back and whinnying. Jane got out, raising her petticoats delicately over the puddles on the ground.
She skipped up to the door of the house. Her little brother, dressed in his crisp black suit, stumbled up beside her.
Jane! Edgar! Please act civilized, their mother begged, her yellow lace trailing on the ground. Especially you, Jane, she added, looking severely at Jane. Jane scowled.
You must marry someone rich and known, her mother said for the millionth time. We dont want your dowry to go to waste.