Sorry I’m a bit late the first evening. The watermen, who manned the larger wherry, immediately shipped their oars, grappled with the drifting skiff, and held it fast. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. “Have you heard things?” The tears stood in her eyes.
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