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"I don’t want to do it while I’ should happen?"

"Things happen everywhere, Cecilia"

"I know But I just think I would feel land"

None of this was a lie It just wasn’t the whole truth

He continued to stroke her hair, the ht," he murmured

She didn’t knohat to say

"You needn’t be so upset," he told her "As I said, it ht be too late, but there are precautions we can take"

"There are?" Her heart reater proble her face up toward his "Oh yes I would show you now, but I think you need some rest Sleep," he said "It will all see"

It wouldn’t But she slept, anyway

Chapter 15

A thousand apologies I have not written in over a month, but in truth there was little to write about Everything is boredom or battle, and I do not wish to write about either We arrived in Newport yesterday, though, and after a goodmore like myself

--from Thomas Harcourt to his sister Cecilia

Dear Miss Harcourt,

Thank you for your kind note The weather has begun to take a chill again, and by the tilad for our woolen coats Newport is more of a town than we have seen in so its coiven rooms in a private home, but our men have been billeted in houses of worship, half in a church and half in a synagogue Several of ourin an unholy house I do not see how it is ht before But it is notof which, I do hope your Mrs Pentwhistle has not been back in the wine Although I must confess, I did enjoy your story about the "psalm that went horribly awry"

And because I know you will ask, I have never visited a synagogue before; it looks rather like a church, to be frank

--from Edward Rokesby to Cecilia Harcourt, enclosed within the letter from her brother

As usual, Edoke before Cecilia the followingShe did not stir as he eased hiue

He sue

She’d be hungry, too She generally ate her biggest h the Devil’s Head always had eggs due to the chickens they kept in the back, Edward thought a treatsweet Chelsea buns, , he jotted a quick note and left it on the table, infor her that he would be back soon It wasn’t far to the two bakeries He could be there and back in under an hour if he did not run into anyone he knew

Rooijakkers was closer, so he walked there first, s the proprietor to his presence It wasn’t Mr Rooijakkers tending to the shop, though, but his red-haired daughter, the one Cecilia said she had befriended Edward recalled one to Connecticut He and Tholish one around the corner

Edward felt his sroistful Thomas had quite the sweet tooth Much like his sister

"Good , sir," the lady called out She wiped her floury hands on her apron as she came out from the back room

"Ma’am," Edward said with a small bow of his chin He wished he could remember her name But at least this time, he came by his lapse honestly Whatever her na out in the blackened portion of his memory He’d always been bad with naain, sir," the lady said "You haven’t been in in a very long time"

"Months," he confir him a jaunty sular custo you here, there, and everywhere"

"Just to Connecticut," he said

She chuckled at that "And how is your friend?"

"My friend?" Edward echoed, even though he knew very well that sheNo one asked about him anymore, or if they did, it ith hushed, somber voices

"I haven’t seen him in some time, actually," Edward said