As they pulled back onto the road toward the next mountain, then on to the interstate, Diana, Laura and Helen gave Caitlin the talk that Joyce got yesterday, and since there was a lot of time, they went into more detail.Caitlin, though skeptical at first, began to come to a grudging belief, at least on some of the things. ![]() ![]() She pranced through the tent lines with a light. They were both ambitious.As we retreated, the group of camp followers with Washington's army dwindled and shrank to a pitiful, and mostly ragged, few, but the colonel's wife and her entourage, were a shining and welcome exception. She was blonde, blue eyed and ripe as a summer peach. He was dark and hawk nosed with eyes like flint. He was a New Englander, from Rhode Island I believe, and she was a New Yorker, from one of the old Dutch families.
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