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Show Page 187 My stomach gave a lurch when I recognized him. John. Quickly he walked along the track to the fort and disappeared inside. "I wish it was John Clark you be marrying on the morrow, not Lieutenant Kean," Twig had whispered the evening before. "Then I could come and visit you." My heart had clenched at the wistful note of longing in Twig's voice. "You can come and visit whenever you wish," I said gently. "And you will come for tutoring still. Think you Richard will bar you from my home?" "Nay, he will just look down his nose at me as always. And soon I will not be able to visit you e'en across the gully, for you shall build a house upon your land to the west and move away from Wolstenholme Towne. Then I shan't see you at all." "I doubt we will move for a while yet, Twig. You know Claiborne has not found time to survey the land near Martin's Hundred, so I do not yet have title. And even if I had, we will not be free to go till Richard is no longer chief lieutenant, "What say you, Twig? After church this Easter Sunday, you come for supper at my new home and dine with me and my new husband." He had seemed somewhat cheered by this prospect and started to bed. "I shall have to mind my manners and not slobber on my chin," he said to me over his shoulder as he went up the |
