mcphail's

Updated: May 14, 2025

He watched her, and thought of McPhail's words about the ghosts. He noted too, as the needle went in and out of the fabric, that her hands, though roughened by coarse work, were finely made, with long fingers and delicate wrists. He broke a silence that grew embarrassing. "You seem to have suffered greatly, Mademoiselle Jeanne," he said softly. Her lips quivered. "Mais oui, monsieur."

William John Locke - The Rough Road