You look beautiful.”
“Anyone can appear beautiful in the shadows.
And what about you, Frannie? he wanted to ask. Who will save you?
Lorraine HeathFascinating. He’d never known a woman who didn’t take up
residence in front of a looking glass. “Why have you an aversion to
gazing in the mirror?”
“Because within a mirror I can’t avoid looking into my own eyes. The
life I’ve lived is reflected in my eyes and there are parts of it that I wish
to forget.”
“Yet, it has made you the fascinating woman you are.
Would you rather leave?”
“Absolutely not. I may be bloodied, but I can still carry a sword.
In his world, there was right and wrong, good and evil. Hers contained no absolutes. Hers was a world of grays. Hers was what his was truly becoming. The irony didn’t escape him. At night, nothing was clear. Lines blurred. Shadows removed definitions.
Her dreams led her to the darkest parts of London where he couldn’t follow and keep her safe. His dreams had ceased to exist long ago.
Henry nodded. “May I ask you a question?”
“Certainly, Your Grace.”
He pointed at Jack. “Is he the Artful Dodger?”
Mr. Dickens bent low. “I write fiction, Your Grace. The characters in
my books do not really exist, but if they did”—he winked—“I do believe
he would be the Artful Dodger.”
“I knew it!”
“And do you see that gentleman over there?”
“Lord Claybourne?”
Dickens nodded. “He would be Oliver.”
“And what about Miss Frannie?”
“She is every sweet girl who appears in the story.
...fortune was a fickle mistress.
Lorraine HeathOnce, when our paths crossed, he told me that the kindest thing I’d ever done was to not marry him. Perhaps because he was passionately in love with a woman who possessed the wisdom to adore him as he deserved.
Lorraine HeathStichwörter: frannie james-swindler
When I was much younger and lived in Claybourne’s residence, Luke’s
grandfather arranged an afternoon tea in the garden with a few of the
girls my age. They arrived in coaches and carriages and they were so
beautiful. Their laughter was soft and sweet, so very different from the
harsh laugher in the rookeries. I thought, ‘Oh my goodness, I’m going to
be like them.’
“They hurt me that day without touching me. They taught me that
words can slice like a knife. They wanted to know about life in the
rookeries, and I made the mistake of telling them that I slept with Luke
and Jack and Jim. And sometimes at night, I still slept with Luke. They
made it into something ugly. It was really rather innocent. To lie in the
circle of someone’s arms while you sleep can be very, very nice. But I
never slept with them again. Never told them why. Those girls took that
from me. And I let them.
It’s difficult when you love someone whom you know on some level is wicked.
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