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| − | Josephine woke with the sun shining on her face. Blinking in the light, she sat up and rubbed her eyes and saw with some surprise her trunk had been shoehorned into her garret room while she’d slept. It was a little over six feet tall standing on end and though it was wheeled to ease transport, she winced at the thought of maneuvering the thing up | + | Josephine woke with the sun shining on her face. Blinking in the light, she sat up and rubbed her eyes and saw with some surprise her trunk had been shoehorned into her garret room while she’d slept. It was a little over six feet tall standing on end and though it was wheeled to ease transport, she winced at the thought of maneuvering the thing up three entire floors. The servant stairs were narrow and the hairpin turns must have been a nightmare to manage. Still, she had on the great coat of the night before and beneath it, clothing little better than ribbons. Even by her own unconventional standards, Josephine knew if she were to leave this room, she would have to be decently attired.<br><br> |
She put her hands to the locks and opened the trunk like a book. It glided easily on its wheels and revealed its contents. Little had shifted during travel, she was relieved to see, and nothing had broken. She pulled a demure camisole and shirtwaist from one drawer and a gored skirt and petticoat from another. Donning them took but a minute and her ruined clothing she dropped to the floor of the hanging compartment. The evening shoes joined the pile, replaced by her more familiar—and welcome—woolen socks and boots. She ran a brush quickly through her hair and pinned it up in a simple bun. The woman looking back at her in the trunk mirror could have been a governess or a country cousin. She was neither but she was presentable enough. Josephine closed up her trunk and quit her room to find the others. Lady Katherine had mentioned something about breakfasting after she woke and had left orders not to be disturbed from her rest until an hour before noon. <br><br> | She put her hands to the locks and opened the trunk like a book. It glided easily on its wheels and revealed its contents. Little had shifted during travel, she was relieved to see, and nothing had broken. She pulled a demure camisole and shirtwaist from one drawer and a gored skirt and petticoat from another. Donning them took but a minute and her ruined clothing she dropped to the floor of the hanging compartment. The evening shoes joined the pile, replaced by her more familiar—and welcome—woolen socks and boots. She ran a brush quickly through her hair and pinned it up in a simple bun. The woman looking back at her in the trunk mirror could have been a governess or a country cousin. She was neither but she was presentable enough. Josephine closed up her trunk and quit her room to find the others. Lady Katherine had mentioned something about breakfasting after she woke and had left orders not to be disturbed from her rest until an hour before noon. <br><br> | ||
