bailiewick

Updated: June 4, 2025

Muir's hands clasped strongly as they lay on the table before her. "That doesn't come within my bailiewick," she said in her quiet voice. "Her life is her own and not mine. Words are the wind that blows." She stopped just a moment and began again. "We must leave for Scotland by the earliest train." "What'll he do?" the words escaped from the woman as if involuntarily. She even drew a quick breath.

Frances Hodgson Burnett - The Head of the House of Coombe