Nora's tufted eyebrows furrowed immediately; "Friends? What friends?" she asked unsurely.
"Selina the pharmacist. . ."
Nora's eye brows decongested.
". . .and our old friends, the Howards."
Nora's eyebrows shot up so far back, they might have become one with her forehead;
"The HOWARDS??? Why mother?! They're nothing but backstabbing thieves! They stole father's lands, and robbed us of our profits!"
The passion in her voice was evident.
Madeline took her left hand and led her in;
"Oh Nora, Lord Fitch was merely developing the property for us. . .he's given it all back silly. . ."
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In the great hall, seated across her mother, with lunch spread out on the table, Nora watched her mother as she narrated in full what had happened. She spared no details at all, highlighting every minute detail of the encounter.
