Chapter 17

“Fine. Perhaps not as badly. Though she does not combat the notions of the other nearly enough, t’would seem. Neither, I feel, are truthful with you, lad.”

“Perhaps…your own duplicity…with the…woman’s heart…has you seeing…everyone else…in a similar insincere…light, Mr. Parish.”

“Your insight and harsh words speak in my defense even as you impugn my good name,” said Ewan, first wincing, then smiling. “Your sisters should praise you as brilliant, not declare you slow-witted. From where does such knowing come, Pennsylvania?”

I shrugged.