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Show Page 179 "Perhaps I am," I answered. The good folk of Wolstenholme Towne filed out of the church. The sun was smothered by a thin blanket of cloud, but the day was pleasant and we tarried about the church, greeting each other and visiting. Richard appeared at my side, looking very well-favored, for he was arrayed in the blue silk doublet he had worn upon our arrival at James Towne near two years before. "May I have a private word with you, Sarah?" he asked, drawing me away from the crowd and toward the river. "You have grown thin this winter," he said when we were apart from the others, taking my hand in his. "I trust you are well." "It would seem as if you and Anne are over-concerned about my health these days," I said. "I am indeed well." "Then you are not eating proper," he scolded. "And it pains me that you seem cheerless." "It is but a passing thing," I told him. "Spring will come to make me gay and laughing once again." Suddenly Richard became quite tangle-tongued. "Do you not think it a fine day?" he stammered, looking at the toe of his boot and fumbling with the hilt of his sword, quite unlike himself. |