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Darwin<br />
England, 1813<br />
“Charley!” came a cry from across the grove. The sunlight cast dappled golden beams from between the trees<br />
that spread their leaves in canopy over the earthy green grass. A little boy, no more than four, crouched amid<br />
the ferns, lost in a world of dirt and flowers and bugs and wonder.<br />
“Charles!” the voice called again “Charles!”, and the child sat up, tiny hands cradling something that the girl<br />
striding across the lawn couldn’t see. “Charley, you need to come in now.”<br />
Charley murmured something, not wanting to be torn away from this<br />
fascinating landscape of which he knew so little. The trees towered over<br />
him like skyscrapers, the grass tickled his hands and feet, and the<br />
curious hues of the insects and flowers kindled a deep curiosity inside<br />
him. The girl reached him and knelt down to where Charley thrust his<br />
hands forward to show off his find.<br />
“Linny, look at this!” he smiled. Caroline bent to inspect her brother’s<br />
prize. Clutched in his hands was a shimmering ladybird, its wings the<br />
deep ruby-red of expensive wine, speckled with black spots. It scuttled<br />
to and fro in the prison of his hands. Most four-year-old would have<br />
crushed the tiny creature, whether by accident, not realising how fragile<br />
and small a ladybird could be, or on purpose, afraid of the way the<br />
insect roamed over their hands. Charley simply watched, enthralled by<br />
even the ordinary. Caroline rolled her eyes, used to her little brother<br />
wandering off to find some creepy-crawly. Yesterday he had come<br />
wandering back to the house with a beautiful flower petal. Their mother<br />
had been delighted. Last week, however, it had been a snail grasped in<br />
his muddy hands, which had elicited shrieks from his mother and sisters.<br />
“Come on Charley, Mama wants us, and Marianne’s made a cake.” Charley stood up, finally relinquishing the<br />
ladybird and letting it fly off into the bushes. Linny brushed the mud off Charley’s shirt, and they began making<br />
their way back up the hill to The Mount, a comfortable Georgian house where the children had all been born.<br />
Drawn in from the garden by the sweet smell of cake that drifted from the open windows of the house, their<br />
siblings Eras and Susan were already inside. They made their way to the conservatory, which was warm and<br />
bright in the summer sun. Marianne, the eldest, came in with a Victoria sponge, the scent of vanilla following<br />
her like a delectable cloud. Curls sparkling golden in the light that filtered through the glass, their sister Emily<br />
Catherine sucked her thumb and looked out at the sprawling gardens as she perched atop an ottoman, her little<br />
feet sticking out straight in front of her. The dusty, cake-scented air paired with the spell of warm weather<br />
created a sleepy atmosphere that was universally associated with those hot summer days, so rare in England,<br />
where everyone feels it would take far too much effort to do anything at all.<br />
Their mother entered in a swirl of lace and red silk, smiling at her children. Marianne placed the sponge in its<br />
pretty glass cake stand on the table and began to cut it as Caroline smoothed down her skirts, eyeing one of her