Heâd already lost one daughter.
âI hold hope for encouraging news. I miss Helen dearly.â She didnât elaborate, the implications of the conversation heavier than her heart. Her father had all but banished Helen when heâd discovered her indiscretion. Angelica had never felt the absence of a mother figure more keenly. Instead, Helen had turned to Angelica for assistance and sheâd given her the only advice she could fathom.
Flee
. Run as far away as possible, although the decision had cost her more than the purse full of coins sheâd stolen to abet her sisterâs flight. She missed Helen with a bottomless ache she could never express with tears or words. Relationships between sisters, separated by a mere ten months, were profound, intuitive, and theirs was no exception. Helen had won her freedom at a dear price: never returning home to her family. Angelica would lose her freedom and keep the latter. Life proposed a delicate balance, often disrupted by the flow of oneâs choices. No matter they were two of a kind; they existed on opposite sides of reality now. The subject remained off limits with Father and Grandmother, so the frank disclosure struck everyone as unexpected.
âFor it is from within, out of a personâs heart, that evil thoughts comeâsexual immorality, theft, murder, adultery, greed, maliceââ
Angelica mentally silenced the list of sins, accustomed to her fatherâs pious lectures.
ââdeceit, lewdness, envy, slander, arrogance, and folly.â
He paused in his sermon though she knew better than to interrupt.
âAll these evils come from inside and defile a person.â He eyed her, waiting for a response.
âMark 7:21.â She begrudgingly answered the unspoken question.
âHave you come to accept our discussion of your future or are you too preoccupied enjoying the shameful freedom your grandmother allows whenever you visit?â He swept his eyes across the landscape as if they stood in a disreputable back alley instead of a lovely seaside garden. His eyes settled on her neckline, a conservative scoop on an otherwise plain muslin day gown, yet she felt compelled to raise her hand to her throat, as if the censure of his eyes wrapped around her neck and applied pressure. She would get her words out.
âWe agreed I would have this time to accept your decision, did we not?â She raised her chin a notch in silent challenge and dropped her hand. She would do Helenâs memory proud and summon courage. She would not be so amendable. Had Grandmother not scurried into the house to offer them privacy when Angelica had come outside, perhaps her father might have measured his words more carefully. The notion faded as it was unlikely.
Since embracing religion and adopting the doctrine of Paleyâs Natural Theology, Father believed everyone and everything belonged in an order ordained by God. He no longer regarded people as individuals with choices and thoughts. He insisted there was a predestined intent for anyoneâs existence. This utilitarian view discarded love and affection. Helen had dared step beyond those boundaries. Now Helen was gone. Like a splinter in her heart, the sharp pain of her sisterâs absence pinched with every breath.
âI agreed, and will not reconsider. But let this conversation serve as a reminder that you have no choices here. Youâll not commit the same foolish mistakes as your sister. You are not in control. The plan has been finalized and only time stands in our way. Youâll go to the convent and live a respectable life, which will serve to erase the shame and humiliation of your sister. Iâve an arrangement with the vicar. He is in want of a compliant wife. The situation will proceed smoothly, that is if the vicar will have you.â He flashed a look of annoyance, straightening his ramrod posture to a pillar of propriety. âI am an earl, a respected member of