Thank you, Jemima nearly said, but bit her tongue before the instinct could escape: politeness would stick out like a sore thumb, now. Perhaps that would only make her seem worse in comparison, ignoring all kinds of etiquette now, perhaps it would only prove what the diary seemed to suggest about her - but Jemima could not in good conscience thank a person who had begun this encounter by addressing her as a vile wench.
Dear Merlin, those venomous words were swimming in her head again, and she felt a little dizzy from it. She stalked past Miss Whitledge without another word either, then, picking up haste as she went, lest the girl decided she wanted to go for another round of verbal battering before Jemima had even recovered from this one.
Dear Merlin, those venomous words were swimming in her head again, and she felt a little dizzy from it. She stalked past Miss Whitledge without another word either, then, picking up haste as she went, lest the girl decided she wanted to go for another round of verbal battering before Jemima had even recovered from this one.
