The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
Nova blinked. Was Mr. Pettigrew talking to her? She threw a quick glance over her shoulder to see if anyone behind her was responding with more recognition than she was. There was no one, so he clearly was addressing her but... OH! 'Ben's sister', that was her. She thought it was probably the first time she'd ever been addressed thus.
Good evening, Mr. Pettigrew. She offered him a shy little wave back. Nova knew Arthur Pettigrew was a friend of Reuben's, but she hardly shared her brother's attachment to him. She knew the generalities of his past and couldn't say she thought highly of someone so careless with their finances, but that was a long time ago and clearly there was more to him than that if Reuben had cherished their friendship for so long. He seemed to have truly learned from his past mistakes, or at least there was no sign of impending financial ruin that she'd heard about. Not that it was really any of her business and she hardly courted gossip, but it was impossible to forget things about people once heard.
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