Hannah_(2)
Hannah. “Ah Lord Pinkerton?” an emboldened mature lady around my mother’s age accosted me as I lounged amiably enough with my cronies at the Misses Fotheringay’s ball at Southam Courtenay, “Have you met my daughter Molly?” I looked past the matron and there through the fug of intoxication I believed I beheld an angel, a … Read more