Monday, April 18, 2011

The Gylmyns

But Heaven is not idleness, and Cecily had no delusions of resting for three solid months. If nothing else, the indefatigable energy of  Deirdre and Muire would be enough to drive an idle person to distraction, wearing away at a tender conscience with every yard of lace tatted, every potato peeled, and every piece of pottery scrubbed within an inch of its destruction.

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