Did you know?

The Language of the Flowers was a popular method to express feelings where words might be improper, but did you know other means of doing so? Some ladies used their parasols, as well as their fans, gloves, and hankies to flirt with a gentleman (or alternatively, tell them to shove it!). — Bree

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Iola Hitchens for Elladora Black. The Blacks' black sheep.
This boy, then. He wasn't new. Wasn't one of the worst people in the common room, those rotten rich boys - like Mr. Jailkeeper - who could not fathom a world beyond their own farts. Was a good working class lad, so he'd heard. Had a bit of a weird looking face, and a bit of a weird thing for preaching. Still.

Aubrey Davis in The Under-Sofa

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We Live With Mysteries
January 14th, 1889 - Crowdy Memorial Library, First Floor, Mid-Morning
Laverna had been in a mood for weeks, shut away in her room on and off, emerging only sometimes to see her daughter and half-heartedly run the household. It was only two weeks after the new year had started that she had found the energy to put herself together and leave the house.

She had decided she was not actually up to crowds so she'd visited the library, sweeping straight past reception and into the deeper stacks. She could tell her daughter she'd been out and about, at least, even if she didn't give details. Lucille did worry overmuch sometimes, she thought.

The issue now was that Laverna was left staring at the stacks of books, unable to choose a single one to read. It had been so long since she's felt like doing anything at all that she had no idea where to start. She tried picking one out at random, but quickly placed it back after flipping through a few pages.

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