”
“Perhaps I don’t. Paul’s,
were rich and wonderful with the soft sunshine of London, the softest, the finest
grained, the most penetrating and least emphatic sunshine in the world. It’s only as if I’d begun to know you the day before yesterday or
there-abouts. He looked like a French
boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his
death in one of the battles they would later call the
Hundred Years War. He staggered back a few paces;
and, before he could recover himself, Thames tripped up his heels, and, placing
the point of the spike at his throat, threatened to stab him if he attempted to stir,
or cry out. But
the wench who tricked me shall bitterly repent it. Brute! Fool! To
have come to her on such an errand. “Your brother has gone?” she asked Sydney, between the courses.
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