Mocked At The Graveside — I Smiled Because The Truth Was Already In Motion

conducted herself as though she had personally earned every cent of it, adjusted the fur stole around her shoulders and pressed a dry handkerchief to the corner of an eye that held no tears. Her gaze swept over Eleanor’s dress, her shoes, the plain casket, and settled into an expression of mild contempt that she didn’t bother to conceal.

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