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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