Her own tresses cascaded down to her waist when she brushed them out. The one feature that her father and Simon did share was their brown eyes, so gentle and good-humored in her father and so stony in his brother. She herself thankfully took after her mother's blue-eyed Irish ancestors, and the lack of resemblance between her and Uncle Simon had lately become something of a comfort. The less she had in common with him the better she liked it. You'd best take your sulks upstairs and finish packing, because I won't have another outburst of that damned temper of yours.
Coach leaves first thing in the morning.
Simon Ralston didn't even glance up this time. After a moment of deliberate disobedience she stood and left the room. They had argued over her leaving several times over the past week, and she had known that nothing she said was going to change his mind. She had therefore completed most of her packing already, little of it that there was to do. Katherine too concerned over the Lady Anne's failing health to inform her of the doings.