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Show Page 173 Metamorphoses," he said. "Did you hear that George Sandys is continuing to translate the work now that he is living in James Towne?" He did not wait for me to reply. "Now that I have read the Latin, I should like to read his translation to see how it compares. I meant to purchase copies of the first five volumes before I left England. But then I realized I had no room to carry them. But it's a fine thing, is it not, that Virginia has such a learned scholar?" I muttered some sort of reply, for I cared not what the treasurer in James Towne was doing. My mind was thinking how John's hand upon mine warmed me within and without. But his next words made me shiver irritably. "How is Jane doing now that she has had time to become settled?" he asked. "Jane is doing fine," I answered, hoping to keep the sarcasm from my voice. I did not add that what she was best at doing was whining her way out of her share of the work. Only that morning I had to churn the butter when she decided it never turned out proper when she did it, her fingers being too delicate. "I will be happy when she finds a husband and I again have my bed to myself," I said. "She thrashes about in her sleep and spoils my rest." |