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      "I can do that much. You stay here and play the fiddle to Naomi.""Well, there was little difference of opinion, but"

      She had no patience with Naomi's simmering rebellion; she scoffed at her complaints, and always took Reuben's part against her."Corps badges? Why this is one," said the man, tapping his red star. "This shows I belong to the Twelfth Corpsbest corps in the Army of the Potomac, and the First Divisionbest division in the corps. We have to wear them so's to show our General which are his men, and where they be. Haven't you no corps badges?"

      For the first time since his father's death he gave suppers at Odiam; once more he spent money on French wines which nobody wanted to drink, and worked his mother and daughters to tears making puddings and pies. He bought a new giga smart turnout, with a sleek, well-bred horse between the shaftsand he refused to let Harry fiddle any more at Fairs and weddings; it was prestige rather than profit that he wanted now.Cadnan stared at him for a long second. He thought of Dara, thought of the punishment to come. The master had said there was nothing to do: but that thought was insupportable. There had to be something. There had to be a way....

      "Can I help you, dear?" asked Mrs. Backfield as she passed her chair. But Naomi wanted to be alone.




      Chapter 11

    • Commonality
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