“‘Is that his ship?’ Fergus asked, a frown creasing his brow as he nodded toward the very trim black-and-yellow sloop that rocked gently at anchor, some distance out.
‘It’s the ship he travels in. Couldna say whether he owns it. Ye dinna ken his face, though?’
Fergus leaned into the window, nearly flattening his own face against the wavery panes in an attempt to get a better look at Monsieur Beauchamp.
Jamie, beer in hand, studied Fergus’s face in turn. Despite having lived in Scotland since the age of ten, and in America for the last ten years or more, Fergus himself still looked French, he thought. It was something more than a matter of feature; something in the bone itself, perhaps.”
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Percy has found ways to survive, that's for certain. I sort of liked him at first. I've met Pat of the French Hosers once when she came to the US with her family. There's definitely a style and a way of carrying oneself, if she's the example to go by. Certainly more elegant than me in my lab clothes for work. -- kgp, Tue, December 12 2023, 14:50:35