His eyes closed. Where was the harm in letting her go? She could not get far. If he could keep it up—style and calibre of imagination—within a year the name of Taber would become widely known. A native of Manchester, he was the son of Kenelm Kneebone, a staunch Catholic, and a sergeant of dragoons, who lost his legs and his life while fighting for James the Second at the battle of the Boyne, and who had little to bequeath his son except his laurels and his loyalty to the house of Stuart. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. The woollen-draper looked at his watch.
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