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The story starts at the Blue Swan, where the innkeeper, Jonas Billings, noted that an officer had come through the door. Bully Maitland said there was no way! He sent her back to the other man she had been with. Maitland was amazed at how quickly his friend Bill had been disarmed, then ended up with Winslow's foil at his throat. After he told them to leave, Winslow arranged for a guard from the prison named Bradley to dine with him. When asked if he knew a prisoner named Christmas Winslow, he answered affirmatively.
Bradley had tried to help Christmas, but the Warden Hindleman had left him little opportunity. Bradley could see that Warden Hindleman would be loosing his prisoner. He had waited three hours to see Warden Clement Hindleman and was not happy. The warden insisted that there were procedures to follow. Winslow told him that the procedure was that Christmas Winslow would be with him in an hour or the governor of Massachusetts would hear about his incompetence.
Paul had only met Christmas once when Nathan had brought his family to Boston years ago. Now he was very sick hardly recognizable. Since he would die if he remained in the prison, Captain Winslow had Christmas carried to the carriage he had prepared. There was room for him to lie down on a mattress with blankets to keep him warm. When they stopped a few miles from Boston, Christmas was awake. He asked Paul where he was being taken. Christmas didn't want to go home, which led Paul to tell Jason, one of the servants, that Christmas was a reluctant prodigal.lienaranec.tk
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This series by Gilbert Morris is one of my absolute favorites. Each book follows at least one member of a generation in the Winslow family tree and the member s gets saved and finds true love. There's also some commentary on the social conditions of the time frame. Truly interesting. He took a few steps, then began to sway, the earth seeming to reel beneath his feet. Gilbert rushed forward and grabbed him in a firm embrace, steadying him. Careful, Brother Edward!
Edward Winslow felt a warm glow, as he always did on seeing this younger brother of his. In the past the two of them had been estranged, but since that epic journey on the Mayflower and the first terrible winter endured together in Plymouth Plantation, the two of them were extremely close. The long periods Edward had to spend in England in the service of the government were the harder to bear for his separation from Gilbert and his family.
Then he turned to Humility and put out his arms to embrace her.
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She, too, was his favorite, and he concealed his shock on seeing how poorly she looked. Her eyes were sunk back into her head, and there was only a faint trace of the rare beauty that had been the cause of several fights on board the Mayflower. Her complexion, which had always been radiant, was faded to a sallow color, and the once rich blonde hair was thin and dry, shot through with streaks of white.
Very sick—Gilbert kept it from me, Edward thought as he looked down on Humility.
You must be starved after two months of biscuits packed with weevils, Edward. Humility began cooking as soon as the mast came in sight. Lead me to it! Edward cried, and the two men linked arms and started up from the beach to the settlement that crowned the low hill. As they reached the first street that ran parallel to the shoreline, Edward paused, looking at the neat cottages, each on a good-sized lot.
The cold fingers of winter had not yet touched the land, and the thick grass that would be dry and gray in another month glowed with an emerald sheen that almost hurt his eyes. That was—let me see—thirty-nine years ago, was it? Oh, he swore a great oath—you know how Miles was in those days!
Gilbert shook his head. Poor old Miles. Been in his grave for twenty years now. I still miss him.
Humility joined the conversation, saying quietly, I rejoice that he came to know the Lord before he was taken. There was, however, a sadness in his fine blue eyes as he shook his head and murmured, Not too many of us left—the Firstcomers! Edward said heartily. They made their way up the main street leading to the town, past the single street intersecting it.
Houses lined both sides of the main street, each with a small, fenced-in garden, now mostly gone to seed. At the point where the two main streets intersected, four small cannons were mounted on swivels.