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“The puppyher eyes “He’s still in there”

The crowd of them stuck their heads round the doorjamb to Victoria’s lovely little room It was just as Branwell and Anne had left it—the roof torn off, table overturned, dolls strewn everywhere, tapestries torn and tattered by musket-fire on the walls

And George Gordon, Lord Byron, crouching in the corner with a trowel and a pile of stones picked out of the rubble His long hair was a nest of tangles; his sleek fur was all rumpled and smelled of fear He slapped down his trowel onto a new slab and s of mortar

“What in the world are you doing, George?” Eh it was plain to see She wanted to hear him say it

Byron startled at the sound of her voice and leapt up guiltily, knowing he couldn’t hide but trying valiantly anyway to disappear into the tapestry like a chameleon He tossed the trowel ridiculously out what remained of a

“Nothing! Justpreparing everything for you, my love! It’s allhereyou see Your door in the wall Just like your char brother and sister said All splendid! All just perfectly splendid!”

Charlotte frowned at the little door behind the tapestry Byron had nearly finished bricking it up He’d done a dashingly good job, too Who would have thought a Lord could lay stone like that? It blended into the wall perfectly Another few ht never have found it

“You little devil,” Leftenant Gravey marveled

E But her insides felt like they were tu to keep ”

“I wasn’t! Well, only for a little while longer And only because I love you! I shall wilt and perish without you!”

“You won’t” Anne snorted

“We’ve only just found each other! You cannot condeo so soon, and leave ony of waiting you should wish on noyears? With silence, and tears! My heart will break, yet brokenly live on!”

“Stop quoting yourself!” E to trap me here in Glass Town all for yourself! You’d steal my father and my aunt and my hoe to hold me fast”

“No, Ellis—Emily! I would love you! I would be your husband!”

“I’m ten!”