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voice to trail off and shrugged, but it was a shrug honed to meaning, and Olivia

rightly read that meaning to be as yourself.
She did not want to cry. She had always scorned those young women who reacted to

every adversity with tears. To submit to weeping, even if only the random

teardrop trickling down her cheek, was to admit that the man had power over her

spirit, the power to wound her, the power to make her care more thantuppence

for his good opinion of her. So it was the condensation of the fog on her face

that accounted for the wetness she felt. It had to be the fog.



Olivia had just wiped away the stubborn condensation for the fourth time when

she heardTelemachus utter a loud whoop of distress and the sound of heavy

luggage tumbling down a long, narrow, echoing shaft seized her heart with dread.

"Tilly?Tilly , are you all right?" She dropped her own bags and hurried toward

the sound:



Strong hands closed on her shoulders and she screamed, more from surprise than

fear. "Arrh, there, lass, ye don't bewantin 'fer t'foller yongudeman down

Hob'sChimbley , nowwould'ee ?" A gravelly voice boomed in her ear and she

smelled hot iron andwoodsmoke . She squirmed and fought free, only to have the

powerful grip close around her arm and yank her backward.



"Look'eehere,gudewyf ,yer mana'n't bescumbled ,noo . Them astummits a-down

Hob's way, why therea'n't but t' fetch 'emup a gin, as hale and brawny as when

theypitchert in, for all that 'tis where thegudewyfs o'Broseytown been

emptyin' their auld featherdownies to these many years.Coom'ee ,coomwi ' me

an' bringyer ghostlyda the with,so's he'llbear'un witness."