Are cool and clammy to the touch
Beware and do not linger late
Or brave the mists to see too much
Being the daughter of Professor Mayall, said by so many to be mad, could be trying. Imogen Mayall had found it hard at times. She was laughed at by society girls for her learning, and not taken seriously by the scholars of Oxford for her support for her father.
When her father's endeavours paid off, and his steam yacht flew over the skies of Oxford, everything changed ....
New Shenzen was a bustling city, and being in an environment controlled dome on the moon of a gas giant did not alter that. But wherever humanity goes in the stars, two things follow. Rats; and criminals.
Phoebe loved the house where she grew up, especially the lands. As summer turned to autumn, she would rise with the sun, just to enjoy the peace of the beautiful natural landscape, unspoilt by the likes of 'Capability' Brown.
And then, as her eighteenth birthday approached, her father shattered her peace and happiness with careless words at breakfast.
As an unloved niece with no prospects, the best that Miss Elizabeth Sutton could hope for was a genteel position as a governess. She could never hope to aspire to the hand of someone like the handsome young man in the regimentals of the Lilywhite Seventh, who passed daily down the street. But she could manage to be engaged in a task like dusting the windowsills in order to see him.
And on the exercise of picking up two points of view of one scene, here's another:
Captain Felix Philby, of the Seventh Hussars, wondered who the lovely, but pale, girl was, whom he saw every day. She was always gazing out of the window as he walked by, and sometimes jerked away, hurriedly, as though turning to speak to someone.
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