Quotes from Becky Lee Weyrich

table sat an antique ormolu clock, its hands frozen on the twelve and the ten, 11:50. The magic hour. The time when Zee's ghosts appeared in the greenhouse wall. Bits and pieces of two scenarios were coming back to her, fitting together like a child's jigsaw puzzle. She had, indeed, come to this place—Mathew Brady's New York studio—a short time earlier to have her portrait made

What a delight to have such a handsome couple before me, Miss Swan, Mr. McNeal. You must both

Slender, dark-haired, bearded Mathew Brady spoke to his subjects from behind the large, tripod-mounted box of his camera. He was a dapper gentleman

doeskin trousers, topped off with a merino vest and silk scarf. Propped nearby was a handsome cane

herself for such a place—something between a sweat shop and a mortuary. Instead, she caught

Of all Virginia Swan's extraordinary adventures on her first trip to New York City, this visit