William John Locke

Septimus William John Locke

"[...]before the sun so did household dust before her presence. Untidiness followed in Zora's steps, as it does in those of the physically large, and Cousin Jane disapproved of her thoroughly. But Mrs. Oldrieve often sighed for Cousin Jane as she had never sighed for Zora, Emily, or her husband. She was more than content with the prospect of her companionship. "At any rate, my dear," she said that evening, as she paused, candle in hand, by her bedroom door, "at[...]."