“I shouldna imagine we’ll be talkin’ to her,” she said to Rachel under her breath as they emerged into the tiny parlor. “Or I’d be askin’ him how to say, ‘Clear off, ye brazen-faced trollop,’ in Mohawk. Though that’s maybe no just polite…” “Possibly not,” Rachel said, feeling her spirit lighten a little. “If you find out, though, do tell me. Just in case.” Jenny shot her a sideways look. “And you a Friend,” she said in mock disapproval. “Though I suppose having the light o’ Christ inside her doesna necessarily keep a woman from bein’ a brazen-faced trollop…” She squeezed Rachel’s wrist with
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