![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Without turning her head, she spared him only the briefest sideways glance as she passed the table where he sat. ![]() Yardley was there, too, arms folded, remote and inhuman-just as usual, in other words. Plenty of reporters were there, of course, pencils in hand, scribbling down the lurid details that would appear in the evening papers. The London courtroom was packed to the rafters, and Julia could feel the avid stares of the curious crowd boring into her back as she walked up the aisle to stand before the president of the divorce court. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.įrom the London society newspaper Talk of the Town, Friday, October 9, 1903: YARDLEY DIVORCE HEARING CONVENES TODAY! Will the baroness publicly admit to her adultery? Or will she deny it to save herself from further disgrace? Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. I can’t tell you how much your friendship, support, and enthusiasm mean to me. For the talented fellow authors who helped me so much during the writing of this book: Elizabeth Boyle, Gayle Callen, and Kathryn Smith. ![]()
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