inquired Abigail, when Surry—the slave-woman who was the sole remnant, along with the ramshackle old house itself, of the modest fortune old Deacon Adams had passed along to his son Sam—showed her into Sam’s book-room the following morning. Sam Adams looked as if he might have protested that he would never have been so impertinent as to pry into volumes left in his charge by his cousin’s wife, then grinned, held Abigail’s chair for her, and went to the secret panel to get the books. Upon her arrival in Boston from Cambridge late on Wednesday afternoon, Abigail had taken the seven volumes straight to Sam’s old yellow house on Purchase Street. Though John’s clerk—Horace’s and Abigail’s cousin—Thaxter had been for some months now living under the Adams roof, Abigail still felt sufficiently uneasy about George Fairfield’s murder to want to get the volumes out of her own hands as quickly as possible. Ryland might say what he chose about the Sons of Liberty—and might indeed, she reflected uneasily, be right—but the coincidence of there being two sources of Arabic documents in the colony within the past two weeks was a trifle difficult to swallow.
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