Her eyes felt gritty from lack of sleep, but she refused to leave the boy alone. He’d slept only a few hours and then awoke in pain as the morning sun peeked through the drapery. She’d given him a tonic and now he sat propped up, his injured shoulder bound snug in a sling made with white linen strips. A soft breeze wafted through the room while outside the open window, a light summer drizzle fell. Genevieve wondered if the rain would interfere with the foxhunt, which, as far as she knew, was still planned for tomorrow morning. Ewan shifted against the pillows. “I got ye in trouble wi’ Da.” She shook her head. “No, I got myself in trouble.” “Will ye have to leave?” “Do you want me to?” He shook his head vigorously. “Nay, I’d rather ye stayed.” “Well that certainly is a change of heart from when I first arrived.” He plucked nervously at his sheets. “I’m sorry about that, Miss Fitzsimmons, there is something else I want to ask ye.
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