Eventually, Robert came downstairs, a small bag in his hand. “I’ll make sure she sends our new address.” “There is no need,” I remarked stiffly. “I personally have no objection to your […]
“You must be aware of the industrial strife that is now sweeping England.” “Aye. We know.” “This is an incitement to violence. Your overly inflated language is going to stir up trouble.” […]
I went to the door and opened it. Mr. Nicol had one long leg crossed over the other and was leaning back against the plush cushions of the sofa with both hands […]
Miriam had no idea that I took a great interest in helping the poor, because I made nearly all of my bequests anonymously. How could I make her understand? But before I […]
I cleared my throat. I knew that what I was about to say would annoy her, but nevertheless it was my moral duty as her husband to tell her about the consequences […]
She shook her head and turned away. For the rest of the conversation, I was talking to the back of her head. “How did you meet him?” “At the Women’s Liberal Association […]
“So you do not actually have a degree.” He exhaled so that smoke curled out from his mouth and nostrils. “Not actually. No.” I gazed at him for a long moment expecting […]
Miriam exploded into a peal of laughter. “Robert!” She nudged him with her elbow, then turned to me. “We haven’t made plans yet.” “We?” My eyebrows rose. But Miriam ignored me. “I’m […]
“Ah! Here it is!” She picked up Walter Pater’s Renaissance. “Miriam, dear,” I interposed. “Why don’t you sit down and take off your hat? I haven’t heard anything about your journey, or […]
“Edward, I want you to meet my new friend.” I looked up. A tall youth with dark auburn hair and fierce blue eyes stood beside her. “Robert Allan Nicol at your service, […]
But Miriam’s condition persisted. When I pressed her, she reluctantly complained of burning sensations down there. Every summer she visited Edinburgh to “take the air,” as we told all of our acquaintances. […]
This story is based upon the research of Sheila Rowbotham. For more details about the life of Miriam Daniell and Robert Nicol, see her book “Rebel Crossings.” Bristol, England September 1889 I […]
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