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1861. Miss Lucinda Leavitt is shocked when she learns the author of her favorite serialized novel has died before completing the story. Determined to learn how it ends, Lucinda reluctantly enlists the help of her father’s young business partner, Mr. David Randall, to track down the reclusive author’s former whereabouts.
David is a successful young businessman, but is overwhelmed by his workload. He wants to prove himself to his late father, as well as to himself. He doesn’t have the time, nor the interest, for this endeavor, but Lucinda is not the type to take no for an answer.
Their search for the elusive Mrs. Smith and the rightful ending to her novel leads Lucinda and David around the country, but the truths they discover about themselves—and each other—are anything but fictional.
Lucinda turned the next page, but she did not find the text of the story. Instead, there was a letter from the editor:
Here the story is broken off, and it can never be finished. What promised to be the crowning work of a life is a memorial of death. A few days longer, and it would have been a triumphal column, crowned with a capital of festal leaves and flowers: now it is another sort of column—one of those sad white pillars which stand broken in the churchyard.
But if the work is not quite complete, little remains to be added to it, and that little has been distinctly reflected into our minds. Which suitor would have Eurydice Emerson chosen? The handsome and mysterious Lord Dunston or the kind and generous Mr. Thisbe? Now we will never know.
Thomas Gibbs, 1861.
“But I must know!” Lucinda said aloud.
Mrs. Patton, her companion and chaperone, awoke from her doze. She was an extremely thin woman with a long face framed by mousy brown braids. She blinked several times and brought her lace handkerchief to her mouth. She sighed long and loud.
“Really, Lucinda,” she chided. “That is hardly a ladylike tone to be using.”
“She’s dead,” Lucinda said numbly.
“Who is dead?” Mrs. Patton said, sitting up straight.
“The author of She Knew She Was Right is dead,” Lucinda said. “And now the story will remain unfinished.”
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