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Show Page 235 to Wolstenholme Towne, I know not. If possible, however, I wish to go with them. But I shall stay behind if John is not yet able to travel. He mends slowly. Thankful I am the Pierces allow him to remain in their home, where I can care for him properly. I shudder to think what may have happened to him had he been forced to lie in the company compound amongst those suffering from contagion as well as from wounds. ******************** "If we appear not to notice him, mayhap he will go on his way," I whispered, when I saw Richard Frethorne tiptoeing his way amongst the puddles toward us. I had helped John struggle outside to sit upon the doorstep in the wan December sunshine, for, indeed, he needed some color in his cheeks. Now it seemed as though Richard was going to disturb our quietude with his ceaseless complaints. Richard Frethorne had arrived on the Abigail some weeks before, to be servant to William Harwood, who still suffered from ague. I had watched the sallow young man with the soft, pasty flesh stagger ashore, and wondered how he ever came to travel to Virginia, for he looked as though he did not wish to be there. Though it was a mild day for that time of year, with a soft sun casting a warm glow upon the waters of the James, |
