Your mother, for what it’s worth to you—for there’s nothing for you here, by God!—was the woman I chose for Nicholas. From a bi-secting street came shouting and music. It was his belief that the French had enough troubles of their own in these difficult times without bothering to nose out British business. In this moment he could have stamped upon the Wastrel's face, and ended the affair; but all that was clean in him, chivalrous, revolted at the thought. The swelling in his limbs had also subsided.
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