But before the child could be committed to her care, it was wrested from the carpenter by Rowland. “Cheveney wouldn’t have anything to say about it, as it happens,” he remarked, a little grimly. “Close your eyes. Your uncle—our uncle is with him. 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 did not remember him, but he said that he had introduced himself to her when she was visiting the butcher's family. “My child, I do not wish. Which were perfectly true, as Gerald was aware. He paced faster, stomping around. Disappointment flickered in Gerald’s chest, and he did not hesitate to speak his mind, unable to help a reproachful note. “It does not appear to me,” he said, stiffly, “to be an affair for jests.
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