Category: Hilary Ford

The straying wife

‘I thought she would come back,’ her father said. ‘I did not seek after her because of that, and because of pride. It was not a fitting thing for a man to hunt a straying...

Man’s brutish tyranny

‘Maybe had I been patient, wooed her once more, all might still have been well. I have thought so since. But I was not a patient nor a subtle man. Her coldness enraged me. She...

The perfect woman

‘I had made my fortune, as I say, and people knew of it. A man with money is generally welcomed in society, even though he be a sailor, lacking breeding and still showing the coarseness...

victorian lady asleep

Come, fair dreamer

She started at the light touch of a hand on her brow. Edmund stood before her. ‘I have caught you napping.’ She said indignantly: ‘I was not asleep, merely resting. I did not hear your...

The value of education

Catharine, the younger and prettier of the Le Maitre girls, said: ‘This schooling is a good thing, though my papa says it may well be carried too far. The Rector of Torteval has even declared...

This was her father

Dust lay thick on every shelf and ledge, and spider’s webs drooped from the oil paintings on the walls. Although the atmosphere was dank, there was a buzz of flies, and a strong fishy smell....