Dear Miss Holbrook,
I hope this letter finds you well. The weather has been particularly cheerful these past few days. This morning I found myself yearning for a stroll. I know we left off our conversation at an odd spot and I would like to speak to you at length without the pressure of you having someone else to attend to. I do not mean to be forward in my asking you this: but, might I come calling on you this Friday morning so that we might go and see it for ourselves? If riding is perhaps more appealing to you I could arrange for that instead? I shall leave the details up to you.
Sincerely,
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Senseless
Ficção HistóricaThe year is 1879. When thirteen-year-old Ruth Merritt Holbrook emerges from her family's burning estate, bloody and charred, but entirely numb--She makes headlines. Reporters believe she is deranged. They accuse her of having set the fire. All the h...