04-03-2026, 08:11 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-03-2026, 08:39 PM by Aisha Blackwell.)
She was so distraught by now. "I'm looking for this Mr. Blacke", she replied as she showed the porter the envelope for her letter of introduction to her family here in England. It stated clearly the name of the man she was looking for. After that, she took the man's handkerchief to dab her wet eyes. At this point, she didn't care if she looked the fool; she just wanted to find a bed and sleep for the next thirty years, she decided. Maybe after a long nap and a good bath, she would feel more herself.
