….with rain pelting against her face, soaking through her muslin dress, when she caught sight of a man mounted on a black charger, his greatcoat billowing behind him as he rode towards her…..
And such is the scene that transpires through my mind as I listen to the rain pattering against the windowpane and as I watch the lightning flash across the night sky, illuminating my room for a second with its ghostly white shadow.
On another note, tomorrow, if I have time, I’ll write my review for Georgianna, Duchess of Devonshire by Foreman, which, I’ll tell you now, was one of the best biographies (and also one of the most memorable of books) I have ever read in my entire life. I can’t wait to rave about it tomorrow! This book has inspired me in so many ways and…and…and….OHHH I’ll be patient. I need my sleep. I wrote in my blog a few days ago that I would sleep earlier. But no, wait, let me just go over chapter 23 of TRC just once before I put my eyes to rest!