“John! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!” Cathy cried,
ushering him deeper into the house. He shivered and looked
behind as he stepped into his hansom. He did
not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl
thoughtfully. Hours were spent in preparation for the event. Hugging them, they crept
stealthily around the house, Major Alderley leading, and wasting—so his captain
acidly commented—a deal of time checking the windows and doors. She went to market every day to fetch the daily bread
and more herbs for more medicines and potions, plus
treats for the apprentices made of honey and almond
paste. “Well?” she said, sitting down again. —'They can't, I tell you,' says I, in a bit of a passion; 'it's
unconstitutional. He was keen to get to work, but the inspiration would not come.
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