The White Lady by Jacqueline Winspear

Author:Jacqueline Winspear
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2023-01-30T00:00:00+00:00

Elinor White returned to St. Joseph’s for her final years at the school, and having made a friend—her first ever best friend, someone who was not her sister or mother—she felt as if she were following in Sophie’s wake, learning from her, adjusting her ambitions as she became more familiar with academic life in England. Every day she seemed to become a little more English, with a greater understanding of what might be possible if you could negotiate society’s structures, its opportunities and dead ends.

It came as no surprise when Sophie announced she was bound for Newnham College, Cambridge. Elinor had applied to Cambridge and was deemed the perfect candidate by no less than Miss Doncaster. She was therefore crestfallen when Charlotte objected and her grandmother complained, both suggesting that Elinor should remain in London. Cecily said little, though Elinor thought she didn’t need to—her pout was enough. Yes, she could see that Ceci had been caught betwixt and between, as the saying went, and might feel as if opportunity had passed her by. There had been many new sayings to be learned since coming to London, aphorisms to describe this or that feeling or situation, or someone’s character. Ceci had indeed been “betwixt and between”—she was too old for St. Joseph’s and at first a little too young for the secretarial college, though even her grandmother suggested the night schools established decades earlier, when rural workers had flooded into London seeking employment in new factories being built alongside the river. The night schools offered opportunity to those who had been left behind by the circumstance of age, available funds or their station in life. Ceci was slow to apply, and Elinor knew why—she saw it on Armistice Day, when an Australian soldier grabbed her sister’s hand to whisk her into a dance. There was a flash of panic writ large across Ceci’s face, and in that moment Elinor too was transported back to the path by the river, in the dark. Though she carried only her jacket on that glorious Armistice day, she could feel the pistol’s weight in her hand.

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