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Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of
damp linen. ’
‘Aye, but she don’t reckon to militiamen. But she found an unknown lady’s discarded
garments, and selected some of those that she tried on, sending Kimble off down
the secret passage to load them onto the horse she had borrowed—unbeknownst
to its owner—from Father Saint-Simon. Refused
admittance, they broke open the door. ”
“Very sad—very sad indeed,” he remarked uneasily. “Really, I do not know why I should have
doubted it. . ” He
stated, trying to maintain his calm. ‘What Frenchman would that be, missie? We
ain’t let no one escape.
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