She was slowed down by the icy wind that punctuated itself in screams around houses and trees. She ran from the knave into the women’s quarters. The last time Pottiswick had called out the militia on suspicion of intruders in Remenham House, a large rodent had been all the spoil. Gerald sighed. Slowly Prudence Sindlesham nodded her head, her eyes never leaving his face. Maybe it’s his loss. The major’s hand stilled.
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