History written in pencil is easily erased, but crayon is forever.
The Asylum for Wayward Victorian GirlsSome are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon 'em.
The Asylum for Wayward Victorian GirlsAn unhappy woman with access to weed killer had to be watched carefully.
Death at the Priory: Love, Sex, and Murder in Victorian EnglandIf leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud!
The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls