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The cold air touched her as soon as she stepped out of her family home. It was early in the year yet for such a chill, and even the park seemed to have taken on the dolorous quality of a more advanced season. Gazing at the glum day, so overcast it was almost black-and-white, she felt more alone than ever.
Up ahead, there was confusion on the curb. Her relatives and family acquaintances were trying to clamber up into their carriages with some dignity and were having a hard time of it without raising their voices. She looked up and saw that her own family’s brougham, with Mr. Faber in the driver’s seat, had already pulled away.
It was then that she felt the tug at her elbow. She turned to see that a boy had arrived at her side, as though from out of nowhere. He was the kind of thin that could not have seen food in several days, and his coat was patched all over.
“Are you Miss Diana Holland?” he asked, squinting at her.
Diana nodded cautiously. She could hear the last of the carriages departing, and wondered for a moment if she should chase after them.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes,” Diana replied indignantly. She noted the pair of horse-drawn hansom cabs loitering down the street, and told herself that they would bear witness if anything were to befall her. “Of course I’m sure.”
“Don’t look at me that way,” the boy said seriously. “I was told that it was very important that I not give it to the wrong person.”
“Give what to the wrong person?”
The boy shook his head. “First you have to answer the question.”
“What question?” Diana’s eyes widened at the absurdity and impudence of this exchange.
“The question about the Vermeer that your father gave to your sister, Elizabeth….”
There was some instinct in Diana so deep that it overrode the gravity of the day and her sinking, guilty spirits. “He gave that painting to me!”
The boy narrowed his eyes and assessed her, before breaking out into a grin. “That’s just what she said you’d say.” Then he reached into his pocket and drew out a letter. It was in a square yellow envelope, and Diana saw her name scrawled across it in handwriting she knew very well indeed. “Where did you get that?” she breathed.
“In Chicago. I got my fare here in exchange for delivering this to you to the girl who would insist the Vermeer had been hers.”
“Thank you,” she said softly as she ripped open the envelope, and read with frenzied, darting eyes the letter within.
My dearest Di,
Please forgive me for the scare I’ve given you, and know how much I miss you. What I’ve done I had to do, because I am in love with Will Keller. I’ve loved him always and finally realized that marrying Henry Schoonmaker would mean a lifetime of regret. You were right that it would have been a loveless marriage, and while I hardly know how I’ll find Will, I now know that I must try.
I am sure this must be very shocking, and I can only explain quickly: Penelope assist ed in making it look like I’d had an accident so I could leave without it causing a scandal, but she had her own reasons for being so helpful. Diana, she wants Henry for herself, and she seems bent on getting him no matter the cost.
Di, I know about you and Henry, and you needn’t worry. I’m not angry, and I understand. But be wary of Penelope, be discreet, and don’t let anybody find out about any of this. You’re the only one who can know that I’m alive.
The whistle’s blowing, I must send this off. But be careful, and remember what I said about Penelope. I promise more news soon.
With love,
Elizabeth
When Diana finished reading, her headache had evaporated and a warmth was spreading across her chest. So she had been wrong. Elizabeth was the romantic sister, the one harboring a great love. She was the one who had stepped out of her life for an epic adventure.
Diana looked up at the sodden trees quivering in the breeze and felt reborn. She did not have to go on turning her eyes away from Henry forever. Elizabeth was alive Diana had not driven her sister to the unspeakable. The world was still lying in wait for her. She gave one more grateful nod toward the boy, who was already wandering in the direction of Broadway. She tried to make herself look like a girl with a funeral to go to, but she couldn’t help it. A radiant smile had spread naturally across all of her face. She took a breathless step forward and extended her arm in the air to hail a hansom cab downtown.
Acknowledgments
This book has benefited from the doting attention of many people, and I’d like to gratefully acknowledge them all. Thank you to Sara Shandler, who so gracefully juggles kindness and smarts, and to Josh Bank and Les Morgenstein, who manage to make stuffy conference rooms seem like such very fun places. Thank you to Lanie Davis, Allison Heiny, Andrea C. Uva, and everybody else at Alloy Entertainment. Thank you to all the wonderful people at HarperCollins, especially Farrin Jacobs for wanting to do this book and for her eleventh-hour brilliance. Thank you to Elise Howard, Susan Katz, Kate Jackson, Cristina Gilbert, Alison Donalty, Barb Fitzsimmons, and Ray Shappell. Thank you also to Claudia Gabel and Ben Schrank, who doted early on. Thank you to Ed Weidenfeld. Thank you to Janet Adelman and Bob Osserman. I am also indebted to all of the insanely knowledgeable librarians at the New-York Historical Society. And big thanks to Ben Turner, who bore stoic witness to more than one hair-pulling episode during this process.
About the Author
ANNA GODBERSEN was born in Berkeley, California, and educated at Barnard College. She currently lives in Brooklyn with her husband. You can visit her online at www.luxebooks.com.
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