Chapter Six‘What can you possibly mean?’ I whispered, not wanting the others to hear.
‘This.’ He gripped the crenelated steel rail as if he wanted to tear it apart. ‘You,’ he said, gesturing at my heart. ‘I don’t know how, but I’ve broken things that should never have been broken.’
I was confused, knowing he’d set an empty British factory on fire as a protest against industrialisation. Presumably he knew exactly how he’d done it, and exactly why he was transported to the colonies. He was talking about something else.
Strange, that he’d chosen to discuss it with me and my mechanical heart rather than his own son. Or perhaps not so strange, since he was suggesting we should abandon Patrick’s mother.
‘You don’t understand,’ he said dully. ‘Of course not. You’re part of it … this idea that
