The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares. You were with your mother, the two of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering under empty baskets and shawls. “Dear me,” she said, “I fancy you exaggerate my fame.
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