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“You’ll rub a hole in that plate if you don’t stop wiping it!”
“Oh, I’m sorry. My mind was miles away then.” Jean looked around and found she was helping to clear up the evening meal.
“I understand how you must feel; your husband was saved from a hanging for something he didn’t do and it bothers you. But he’s alive, that’s what counts,” the cook added in a concerned tone. “Gull, just finish up those plates and go see how your husband is coping.”
“Right, thank you, Cook.” Jean gave him one of her pleasant smiles, “My husband is all right, but it did scare him. And thank God the Captain had a horse and got there in time.”
“Aye, and I expect you are grateful to the Captain for that.” Jean guessed the cook knew she was sleeping with the Captain, and he disapproved; it showed in his ton
