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.Hiseye was drawn to the passage toward the end:Page 142 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlIt is a wondrous thing-nay, I may say a miraculous thing-to hear, after years of silence, that my well-lovedson Phillipe Charboneau is alive and grownto manhood.Your brief missive to thateffect burst like a sunrise into what has become agray and tedious existence.My wife is tenmonths in her grave, and my other son, Roger,perished in Philadelphia, of wounds incurred inBoston Town, where he was serving with the army.Theexact details of his fatal encounter remainelusive to this day.Philip wiped his perspiring upper lip.Lastsummer he had written his father out of some deep, almostmysticalcompulsionto communicate with the man who had given him life.Butthat first letter to James Amberly had been guarded; haddone little more than establish his existence in thecolonies under a new and different name.He'dmentioned Marie Charboneau's death on the voyageto New England.But he'd said nothing about LadyJane Amberly's treacherous hoax to cheat him of theinheritance his father had promised.Nor would he, ever.And the identity of the slayer of Amberly'slegitimate son would likewise remain hissecret; his guilt.To know, however, that Phillipe Charboneau hasbecome Philip Kent-!do not overlook the significance of the last name; to know,I say, that he is happily wed, and haspresented me with a grandson, cheers me as nothingelse could.I am only regretful thatcircumstances, including my untimely illness when youwere at Kentland, conspired to rob you ofthe portion I meant you to have from my estate.Yourremark that you had burnt the letter to your beloved mother-the letter in comwh I pledged you that portion-comwas momentarily distressful.Yet onreflection, I grew to appreciate your act,drawing from it many favorable assumptions about the manyou havebecome.With an ocean separating us, and a darneddebilitating war whose causes are better leftun-debated between father and son, I send you my warmestaffections, a full measure of pride, and myrenewed expression of astonished joy at hearing fromone I had presumed dead.I hope conditions will notprevent the happy occurrence of communication fromrepeating itself.With eternal fondness, Jos.Amberly.His father had omitted his hereditary title.Philip found a fresh sheet, whittled a sharperpoint on the quill, then hesitated.He was stillunsure how a duke was properly addressed.Page 143 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlAt last he gave up speculating and again wroteMy dear fatheras the salutation.I too experienced great joy and pleasure when aFrench vessel succeeded in delivering your letter to ourshores.Let me tell you at once that I wishonly for your good health and fortune, despite theopposite positions in which we find ourselves as aresult of the strife between our nations.Along with mostof my countrymen, I hope that the trouble will beresolved, with due consideration to the interests of bothsides, before much more time elapsesThough wholly dedicated to the patriot cause,Philip could write that honestly; it was theprevalent view.Most men he knew lookedforward to a resumption ofamicable relations with England-not to mention trade.Provided, of course, the Americans didn'tlose the war.In regard to your statement about the inheritance, I mustsay to you that I have no regrets about destroying the letterin question, as I determined at the timeto renounce all claims except the one, mostmeaningful of all, whose renunciation circumstance,pride, and love would never permit.That I mayaddress you as my father is reward enough, as manypersons I met round about your estate, and also inLondon where I stopped briefly, spokeexcellently well of your virtues and character.Not theleast of these was the famous American savant, Dr.B.Franklin-The quill scratched on as the candle burned down.Philip described hiswifein glowing terms, then his son Abraham.Afterdeliberating, heincluded one carefully phrased line about his service under General Washington.He signed the namePhilip,folded the closely written sheet and waxed itshut.He owned no special seat to mark the wax.He addressed the outside to his father at Kentland,Kent, Great Britain, not knowing Amberly'sLondon residence.Then he went to the kitchen.Anne was usingthe remains of the meal for theLumensto create a kettle of marrow soup.Walking up behind her, he kissed her ear.Sheclasped his hand where it circled her stomach, pressedhis forearm up against the softness of her breasts, leanedher head back a moment, her eyes closed."Annie," he said, "do you suppose we-?"Mischievous, she gave him no time to finish,spinning around and kissing him soundly on the lips."Theanswer is yes.The soup can wait.Your leave'stoo short as it is, and Abraham won't wakePage 144 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlfor a while yet-wasLaughing, he hugged her."That wasn't preciselythe proposition I had in mind-though it's a very goodone.Would you like to go to Boston?""Now?" she exclaimed."Oh, we've things to do now," he smiled."Tomorrow,perhaps.You could market while I look up BenEdes and see whether letters can be posted to England.""I'd love to! 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.Hiseye was drawn to the passage toward the end:Page 142 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlIt is a wondrous thing-nay, I may say a miraculous thing-to hear, after years of silence, that my well-lovedson Phillipe Charboneau is alive and grownto manhood.Your brief missive to thateffect burst like a sunrise into what has become agray and tedious existence.My wife is tenmonths in her grave, and my other son, Roger,perished in Philadelphia, of wounds incurred inBoston Town, where he was serving with the army.Theexact details of his fatal encounter remainelusive to this day.Philip wiped his perspiring upper lip.Lastsummer he had written his father out of some deep, almostmysticalcompulsionto communicate with the man who had given him life.Butthat first letter to James Amberly had been guarded; haddone little more than establish his existence in thecolonies under a new and different name.He'dmentioned Marie Charboneau's death on the voyageto New England.But he'd said nothing about LadyJane Amberly's treacherous hoax to cheat him of theinheritance his father had promised.Nor would he, ever.And the identity of the slayer of Amberly'slegitimate son would likewise remain hissecret; his guilt.To know, however, that Phillipe Charboneau hasbecome Philip Kent-!do not overlook the significance of the last name; to know,I say, that he is happily wed, and haspresented me with a grandson, cheers me as nothingelse could.I am only regretful thatcircumstances, including my untimely illness when youwere at Kentland, conspired to rob you ofthe portion I meant you to have from my estate.Yourremark that you had burnt the letter to your beloved mother-the letter in comwh I pledged you that portion-comwas momentarily distressful.Yet onreflection, I grew to appreciate your act,drawing from it many favorable assumptions about the manyou havebecome.With an ocean separating us, and a darneddebilitating war whose causes are better leftun-debated between father and son, I send you my warmestaffections, a full measure of pride, and myrenewed expression of astonished joy at hearing fromone I had presumed dead.I hope conditions will notprevent the happy occurrence of communication fromrepeating itself.With eternal fondness, Jos.Amberly.His father had omitted his hereditary title.Philip found a fresh sheet, whittled a sharperpoint on the quill, then hesitated.He was stillunsure how a duke was properly addressed.Page 143 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlAt last he gave up speculating and again wroteMy dear fatheras the salutation.I too experienced great joy and pleasure when aFrench vessel succeeded in delivering your letter to ourshores.Let me tell you at once that I wishonly for your good health and fortune, despite theopposite positions in which we find ourselves as aresult of the strife between our nations.Along with mostof my countrymen, I hope that the trouble will beresolved, with due consideration to the interests of bothsides, before much more time elapsesThough wholly dedicated to the patriot cause,Philip could write that honestly; it was theprevalent view.Most men he knew lookedforward to a resumption ofamicable relations with England-not to mention trade.Provided, of course, the Americans didn'tlose the war.In regard to your statement about the inheritance, I mustsay to you that I have no regrets about destroying the letterin question, as I determined at the timeto renounce all claims except the one, mostmeaningful of all, whose renunciation circumstance,pride, and love would never permit.That I mayaddress you as my father is reward enough, as manypersons I met round about your estate, and also inLondon where I stopped briefly, spokeexcellently well of your virtues and character.Not theleast of these was the famous American savant, Dr.B.Franklin-The quill scratched on as the candle burned down.Philip described hiswifein glowing terms, then his son Abraham.Afterdeliberating, heincluded one carefully phrased line about his service under General Washington.He signed the namePhilip,folded the closely written sheet and waxed itshut.He owned no special seat to mark the wax.He addressed the outside to his father at Kentland,Kent, Great Britain, not knowing Amberly'sLondon residence.Then he went to the kitchen.Anne was usingthe remains of the meal for theLumensto create a kettle of marrow soup.Walking up behind her, he kissed her ear.Sheclasped his hand where it circled her stomach, pressedhis forearm up against the softness of her breasts, leanedher head back a moment, her eyes closed."Annie," he said, "do you suppose we-?"Mischievous, she gave him no time to finish,spinning around and kissing him soundly on the lips."Theanswer is yes.The soup can wait.Your leave'stoo short as it is, and Abraham won't wakePage 144 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlfor a while yet-wasLaughing, he hugged her."That wasn't preciselythe proposition I had in mind-though it's a very goodone.Would you like to go to Boston?""Now?" she exclaimed."Oh, we've things to do now," he smiled."Tomorrow,perhaps.You could market while I look up BenEdes and see whether letters can be posted to England.""I'd love to! I'm sure Mrs.Brumplewould care for Abraham for the day."Philip grimaced."I'm glad she's good forsomething besides asking impertinent questions and peeringat our closed curtains." He tugged her hand."Come on, let's pull 'em shut and give the oldsoul her evening's titillation."ivThe excursion to Boston, though undertaken on footalong slushy roads, proved fortuitous in severalways.At North Square, Anne was able to fillher basket with two reasonably fresh loins ofpork [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]