Here are some little bits from my current project: via Pinterest Ronald grinned and rubbed his hands together. “I like to look fresh when I come in to sell my wares,” he explained. *** There was rarely any animosity in the glances, only a curiosity that never let her actually belong -- no matter how many years she lived here. *** A man’s form, shrouded in cape and mask, peered from a window. He waved Grimm away from the ivy. “Leave it,” he ordered, adding dully, “It will help the place appear uninhabited.” *** Grimm fought his way through the weeds to his master’s side. The man sat still in the coach, looking distantly at nothing in particular. It gave Grimm a queer feeling to be so near a man who was so far away. He didn’t like it at all. *** “You’ll soon get used to it, miss,” a cheery voice greeted her. She looked up to see a manservant emerging from one of the rooms. “And it is not nearly so bad as it looks at first. You’ll see,” he said, encouragingly. *** ...