Mr. Gillan’s jaw tightens as if he’s gritting his teeth. “Miss Pigot, I insist this alienation between you and Mr. Hastie stop immediately. I expect your full cooperation in this matter.”
I keep eye contact as I consider Mr. Gillan’s new control of our purse strings at the Female Mission. “What makes you think Mr. Hastie would accept any overtures from me?” I say calmly
“Someone must make the first move, Miss Pigot.”
“Very well. I’ll invite Reverend Hastie to our next Student Prize Assembly,” I say.
I keep my word. As soon as I reach 125 Bow Bazar, I write out the invitation. Mr. Hastie declines. Twice.
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