One-half of Deux Lectrices, writing about the things I read.
“The lot of ye ought to be ashamed of yourselves.”
A wave of shame washed over Finley, and there wasn’t even a drop of Irish blood in her veins. She glanced around [snip] and saw the guilt in their faces.
such a glum, self-loathing mass as Emily just had, with her impassioned words
despite Emily’s laying low of the mob.
EMILY AND FINLEY
JUST WIN A FIGHT
BY GUILTING THE CROWD
ABOUT IRISH PRIDE?
If I wasn't so determined to read to the end of this chapter, I would stop rn.