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Our hero, Tom, is spying on an earl’s rooms at a Cambridge inn, c.1733.

The governess spoke in a delightful Scottish brogue. The rrr’s trilled on her tongue. The familiar lilt made him think of his sisters, made him ache for home.

He blinked and forced himself to turn away. Now was his opportunity.

On the chill side of the sitting room, he slid open the door to the bedchamber.

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The Duel (selection #7).

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What He Sees

Our hero, Tom, has broken into the earl’s rooms at a Cambridge inn.

He leaned further and spied a woman’s back, a cascade of dark red hair, a tight black dress, a slatted rocking chair. A child wriggled in her lap and twirled her tangled curls.

The woman spoke in French, in rhyme, reading Perrault’s fables. He recognized the story of the grasping crow.

After a few precise, fluent sentences, she surprised him by translating the lines into English.

No, that would not be remarkable.

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The Duel (selection #6).

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