March 12th, 1890 — Zabini House, London
The correspondence had been her secret. After all, Bellona had not sought it out, merely replied politely to letters that painted the picture of someone who was almost certainly a gentleman, someone who thought her clever. When she had first begun her correspondence with the mysterious A., she had never fathomed that anything would come of it—to be sure, she had expected him to prove ridiculous so that she might reasonably discontinue all correspondence.She certainly had not expected that he would wish to meet.
Now she sat upon her bed, his letters on the coverlet before her between her and Camilla. Her sister was probably not as fertile a well of advice as Antigone or
"Well?" she asked.
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