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Updated: June 14, 2025
The war has shifted from the North in good earnest at last, and we are like to have a taste of the harryings the Jerseymen have had since '76. My Lord Cornwallis is come as far as Camden, they say; and Colonel Tarleton has crossed the Catawba." "So? Then Mr. Rutherford is like to have his work cut out for him, I take it." Jennifer eyed me curiously.
"Where is she?" "In her own room, tired out and fast asleep. I looked in a few minutes ago." Mabyn went up stairs, after having seen that Jennifer had properly bestowed her box. Wenna had just risen from the sofa, and was standing in the middle of the room.
"Well?" said I. I was still thinking, with less than a clod's wit, that this would send the baronet captain about his master's business, and so Margery would have surcease of him for a time, at least. But Jennifer fetched me awake with another whip-lash word or two. "Jack! has the night's work gone to your head?
Oliver folded the note carefully and looked south. "I'll be here," he said. It was an acknowledgement and a promise. He felt a deep conflict in his loyalties, but it was bearable. The promise came from a different place than his attachment to Jennifer and the baby. He stayed a few minutes savoring the coffee and the cold damp air. Gulls circled and dove at the other end of the beach.
Verdi slunk around the corner of the house, and Oliver went back upstairs. "All dry," Jennifer said, brushing a hand over her skirt. "Here's a hat, if you want it. Could rain any time. We'd better drive. Hey, you look good in a Mariner's hat." "I like hockey," she said. "Not the fighting, the skating. They are such great skaters! My father used to take me to Bruins games. My car or yours?"
"Sir Francis had ever a sure hand with the women," I said; and then I could have bitten my masterless tongue. "So?" queried Jennifer. "Then this is not your first knowing of him?" "No." So much I said and no more. We rode on in silence for a little space, and then my youthling must needs break out again in fresh beseechings.
"I don't think so," she said. "Rupert's at a stamp collectors' convention . . . You want to go to a movie Saturday afternoon, maybe have a drink?" Her eyes opened wide. Now she was surprised at herself. Oliver blinked. "Jesus, Jennifer. That sounds a lot like a date." "Well yes! Rupert is always telling me I should go out more, get out of the house." Oliver liked Jennifer.
I found a remnant draining in one of the broken bottles, and a cup to pour it in; and with this salvage from the wreck returned to Jennifer and his charge. The old man had come to some better sensing of things, he had been vastly more frightened than hurt, as I suspected, and to Richard's eager questionings was able to give some feebly querulous replies.
Since Richard Jennifer had ridden to the hounds in all this middle ground from boyhood, we were able to take my blind wanderings in reverse as the arrow flies; and by nightfall we were well down upon the main traveled road leading to Beattie's fording of the Catawba.
Whereupon he and his men set me well beyond the danger of immediate pursuit and we parted company. When I was left alone I had no plan that reached beyond the day's end. Since to go to Jennifer House by daylight would be to run my neck afresh into the noose, I saw nothing for it but to lie in hiding till nightfall.
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