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She had common-sense too, and what man wanted the plainly matter-of-fact, when he could enjoy instead Sophia’s delicious folly?
small-beer
Throughout the middle ages, drinking water was unpleasant and unsafe to consume and milk was far too expensive for most people. Instead, a mildly alcoholic drink known as 'small beer' was brewed and consumed for its hydrating and nutritional properties in households, workplaces and even schools across Britain.
‘Y’know, the more I think on it the less I believe in this Dijon rubbish. It doesn’t make sense. I can swallow the rest, but I’ll admit that worries me.’
‘It is a town, Rupert, is it not? Then, of course, people go there. I do not find that part incomprehensible.
‘Damn it, am I never to know why you came to Dijon?’ said Rupert despairingly.
‘You will like her,’ he persisted. ‘Egad, she’s after your own heart, maman! She shot me in the arm.’ ‘Voyons, do you think that is what I like?’ Léonie said indignantly.
‘Burn it, if we do get rid of Vidal’s wench there’s still that silly chit Juliana. What’s to be done with her?’ Juliana said in a small, dignified voice: ‘I am here, Uncle Rupert.’
Her hand crept up surreptitiously under her cloak to feel the wound on her shoulder. The Marquis’s fine handkerchief was still knotted round it. She thought she would keep that handkerchief always, in memory of one brief moment when she had been sure that he loved her.