He patted the hand on his sleeve. (What was the name he had given her that day?) He was walking beside the chair upon which appeared to be a bundle of colours. Gerald had been confident that the boy would not dream of disobeying an order thrown at him by a major of militia, but he guessed Jack might be wondering if he was about to be haled off to prison. ’ ‘Where are we going?’ ‘Back to Blaye, my girl.
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