"If that sickly brat lives to be a man," continued Jonathan, rising, "I'll hang him upon the same tree as his father. ’ Grudgingly, the sergeant shifted aside and allowed her access to the stairs, grumbling to her retreating back, ‘If I’d me way, missie, I’d send you back to France where you ought never to have come away from, if you arst me. Perhaps an hour passed before she laid aside the book. However, it don't signify. ” He stared at a little eddy. . “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown.
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