Perhaps thee will best understand what Abigail is like if I tell thee that when she quilts she prefers to stitch in the ditch, hiding her poor stitches in the seams between the blocks.
Tracy ChevalierTags: quilts
My father was often impatient during March, waiting for winter to end, the cold to ease, the sun to reappear. March was an unpredictable month, when it was never clear what might happen. Warm days raised hopes until ice and grey skies shut over the town again.
Tracy ChevalierIt was not a house where secrets could be kept easily.
Tracy ChevalierWe do not need such things to help us to see God,” I countered. “We have His Word, and that is
enough.
You know I don’t listen to market gossip,” she began,
“but it is hard not to hear it when my daughter’s name is mentioned.
Tags: gossip
He had decided to trust me.
Tracy ChevalierTags: trusting
I never said I didn't want to marry. It just didn't happen-Iam not the sort of lady a man chooses to marry, for I am too plain and too serious. Now I am reconciled to being on my own.
Tracy ChevalierI have consistently loved books that I've read when I've been sick in bed.
Tracy ChevalierYes, well, life is a folly. If you live long enough, nothing is surprising.
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