Chapter sixSoon after their arrival the Dowager went upstairs to rest and Tina, left on her own, explored part of the house.
It was, she thought, as she went from room to room, exactly as she had expected it would be from her first glimpse of Wynch.
Each room was more enchanting than the last.
Low ceilings, some with beautiful Tudor plasterwork, some supported by great ship’s beams, mullioned windows with iridescent glass, huge stone mantelpieces carved with strange devices, others in mellow Tudor brick large enough to sit inside so as to be close to the warming flames.
Tina was knowledgeable enough to know that the furniture was unique in that it was a potpourri of every generation who had bought the best for the house they loved. Queen Anne walnut jostled Charles II gilt tables.
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