“Oh!”
Oh
“How terrible!”
“See they do exist.” Mrs. Peabody shot a look over at her friend, Mrs. Dixon, who was still too stunned to speak.
do
“I was carried as a prisoner from port to port… continually longing for my dear home in Georgetown.” Gerard mustered up a tear, and wiped it from his eye: A capital performance. “It was thoughts of you that kept me going during those long, hard, days and nights!”
A capital performance.
“We love you, Gerard!”
“How brave you are!”
“Oh my!”
my
“But I escaped! Not once, but twice nay—three times I got away! And this time, finally, in the black of night I made my escape. I found a tiny little row boat off the shore and with my intuition, I began to row.” Gerard made the rowing motion with his free hand and walked back and forth across t
