|The Harrow's Home|
It was mid-afternoon.
Elizabeth was alone at this time in her Uncle's home. She had begun to grow more impatient by the tick of every minute.
Right now, she continued to walk about in the alley by taking such anxious footsteps which was akin to how much she had waited unend for her Uncle Harrow to return home, already.
On the eve of her first day of arriving at his place, the talk they'd both had afforded her to feel much better about herself after getting the chance to spill forth all the experiences of the past days which she'd kept bottled up for that long.
After the discussion had ended, Mr Harrow had managed to convince her to stay on at his house for a few more days pending when he would conclude his plans to have her journey to meet his boys; James and Prieston, over at their maternal grandmother's in the village of Springhurst. Springhurst village was situated to the west of Aegremonth.
