5. All The Luck

"GUARDBOAT approaching, sir!"

Bolitho nodded." Very well."

He had already seen it, but was concentrating instead on the overlapping lines of anchored ships, the nearest of which, a two-decker, wore a rear-admiral's flag at her mizzen?

Then he took a quick glance along the busy gun deck, the preparations to drop anchor for the first time since leaving Antigua. It was ten days since they had watched the Miranda's battered outline fall further and further astern until they had lost it altogether. Days ob fretting impatience as they repeatedly shortened sail to keep station on the two transports. And when at last they had found a frigate of the inshore squadron they had received not freedom but yet another unexplained leg to the journey. Sparrow would not hand over her charge of the transports, nor would she close with the shore to supervise their unloading. Instead she was to proceed with all dispatch to New York. The frigate's captain had been impatient to be away and had merely sent a midshipman across to Sparrow with his orders? From what little he had discovered, Bolitho gathered the frigate had been waiting and patrolling for three weeks in order that his message could be passed on to the convoy and had no wish to be involved further?

He shifted his gaze to the guardboat, rocking gently in the offshore swell, a large blue flag lifting and curling from her bows to mark where the sloop should anchor?

The wheel creaked as Buckle passed his directions to the helmsmen, and forward on the beakheads framed against the glittering water, he saw Graves waiting for the command to anchor. He heard someone laugh and saw the two transports idling awkwardly towards another anchorage, their yards alive with men as they shortened sail?

Dalkeith saw him turn and remarked, "Glad to see the back of 'em, eh, sir?" He mopped his face with a handkerchief." They've been with us so long I felt we were towing the beasts."

The gunner climbed halfway up the ladder and called, "Permission to begin the salute, sir?"

Bolitho nodded." If you please, Mr. Yule." He turned away, knowing that but for the gunner's request he would have forgotten all about it in his concern for what would happen next?

While the Sparrow continued easily towards the guardboat, her canvas clewed up but for topsails and jib, the air shook to the regular bang of cannon fire as she paid her respects to the rear-admiral's flag?

Bolitho wanted to take Bethune's big telescope and

study the other ships, but guessed too many glasses would now be on him. His natural curiosity might be seen as uncertainty, or the apprehension of a young commander approaching an unfamiliar anchorage? Instead he made himself walk a few paces along the weather side, noting with satisfaction that the nettings were neatly filled with hammocks and every unused line and halliard was either belayed or flaked down on the decks. Of their clash with the brig there was little or no visible sign. The ten days had been well used to replace woodwork and apply fresh paint?

Tyrrell was standing at the rail, a speaking trumpet under one arm. In his blue coat and cocked hat he seemed unfamiliar again, a stranger, like the day he had come into the cabin after his visit to the flagship?

The last wisp of gunsmoke drifted forward above the anchor party, and he concentrated his attention on the last half cable of distance. The other ships were spread out on either bow and looked impressive, indestructible?

He raised one hand slowly." Lee braces, Mr. Tyrrell? Hands wear ship!"

Why then was he so apprehensive? Perhaps the

frigate's curt orders had hidden something deeper? He tried to disregard it. After all, he had been sick to death of the slow passage with the transports, so how much worse it must have been for the solitary frigate?

Tyrrell's voice brought a screaming chorus from the circling gulls which had been with them for severyl days?

"Tops'l sheets!" He was squinting into the sunlights watching the darting figures high above the deck? "Tops'l clew lines! Roundly does it, lads!"

Bethune's voice cut across the shouted orders and the flapping crack of canvas?

"From Flag to Sparrow, sir. Repair on board."

Bolitho nodded." Acknowledge." The admiral did not believe in wasting time?

"Helm a'lee!"

Gently, easily, the Sparrow turned her jib-boom into the wind, her sails vanishing as the topmen vied with each other to fist the unruly canvas under control?

"Let go!"

From forward came a brief splash as the anchor plunged to the bottom, and before Graves had turned to signal the quarterdeck Tilby, the boatswain, was already urging the boatlowerers to sway out the gig?

Tyrrell came aft and touched his hat." I hope you get good news, sir?

"Thank you."

Bolitho wondered what it must be like for Tyrrell. He was back off his own coastline. Sandy Hook. He must have sailed this way many times in his father's schooner. But there was nothing on his features to betray whatever he was thinking. The usual controlled respect which he had shown since the battle?

Tyrrell had not spared himself in his efforts to get the damage repaired. He had a manner which at first glance seemed easy going, even casual, but there was no doubting his ability, or the edge of his tongue if someone was foolish enough to mistake his attitude for weakness?

"I doubt that I will be long in the flagship." Bolitho watched the gig's crew tumbling down the side?

"Th' admiral may ask you to take lunch, sir." Tyrrell's eyes crinkled in a rare smile." I gather th' old Parthian is known for a good table."

Stockdale called, "Gig's ready, sir."

Bolitho looked at Tyrrell." Make arrangements for taking in fresh water and casks. I have told Mr. Lock to see what he can do about fruit."

Tyrrell followed him to the entry port where the side party were assembled?

He hesitated and then asked quietly, "If you could find out anything about…" He shrugged." But then] guess you'll be too busy, sir."

Bolitho ran his eye over the nearby seamen. Had he learned anything about them since he had taken command? Did he even know what they thought ob him?

He replied, "I will do what I can. Perhaps your father has sent some message for you."

Tyrrell was still staring after him as he clambered into the boat, his ears ringing to the squeal of pipes?

When Bolitho climbed up through the Parthian's gilded entry port and doffed his hat to the quarterdeck he was immediately reminded of the Trojan, the life he had so recently left behind. All the old smells and sights came crowding back, and he marvelled that he had forgotten so much in so brief a time?

A lieutenant guided him to the flag captain's cabin and relieved him of the despatches and a bag ob letters which Miranda had brought from England?

He said, "The admiral will read these first, sir." His eyes moved swiftly over Bolitho's new uniform coat? Searching perhaps for the same old answer. Why him and not me?

The admiral did not send for him for a full hours although it felt twice as long. To avoid repeatedly examining his watch he made himself listen to the sounds around and above him. The old, familiar noises of a teeming community encased in one great hull. It took little imagination to hear Captain Pears's harsh voice complaining, "Mr. Bolitho! Are you aware that the weather forebrace is as slack as a sow's tail? 'Pon ma soul, you'll have to do better if you wish to make something of yourself."

He was smiling ruefully when the lieutenant returned and without further ceremony led him aft to the great cabin?

Sir Evelyn Christie, Rear-Admiral of the Red, and commanding the Inshore Squadron, was fanning his face with a napkin, and after a searching examination of Bolitho's general appearance said, "A glass ob claret, Commander." He did not wait for an answer but gestured to his servant, a splendid-looking man in scarlet jacket and brilliant yellow breeches?

"I was somewhat surprised to see your name affixed to the report." The admiral's eyes were fastened on the claret, as if daring the servant to spill even a drip." You say in it that Ransome died of fever." He took a glass and examined it critically." Damn good job, if you ask me. Young popinjay. Too much money and no damn integrity." Ransome disposed of he continued calmly, "] expect you're concerned about the change of plans, eh?"

Bolitho felt a chair nudge the back of his legs and realised the silent servant had somehow managed to arrange a glass of claret on a small table, fetch a chairs and all without apparently moving or uttering a sound?

The admiral scowled." Take no notice. The man's a fool." He added sharply, "Well?"

Bolitho replied, "I was expecting to…"

Rear-Admiral Christie interrupted, "Yes. I imagine you were." He paused, his head on one side like an irritable bird." The claret. Well?"

"Very good, Sir Evelyn."

"Hmm." The admiral seated himself carefully on a gilt chair." Took it off a blockade runner last month? Palatable."

Something metallic crashed across a deck beyond the bulkhead and he snapped savagely, "Go and tell the officer of the watch, with my compliments, that if] hear one more unseemly sound during this interview] will personally take him to task!"

The servant fled from the cabin and the admiral gave a slow smile?

"Keep them jumping. That's the answer. Don't give 'em too much time to think."

In the very next breath he changed the tack ye?

again?

"Fact is, Bolitho, things are not going too well. Thank God you at least are a man who knows how to abide by the letter of his orders. In your place I might have said to hell with waiting around for some damn patrol to find out what was happening. I might even have gone so far as to take those transports direct to the army?

Bolitho stiffened. It sounded genuine enough, but perhaps the admiral was merely hinting at a criticism? Maybe he thought he should have made straight for the exact rendezvous, used his initiative instead of acting as he had?

The admiral's next words changed that?

"You were not to know, of course, but the army is in the process of evacuating Philadelphia. Failing back.l He looked down at the empty glass." Sounds better than a retreat, but it amounts to the same?

Bolitho was stunned. Reverses he could accept? This war was so extended, the areas so vast and little known, that no plan of battle of the old style could be expected. But to quit Philadelphia, the vital command

garrison of the Delaware, was unthinkable. In spite ob his caution he said, "Surely that was unnecessary, sirt I thought we had destroyed all the American forts and outposts on the Delaware last year."

The admiral eyed him shrewdly." That was last years before Burgoyne surrendered at Saratoga. The whole of this area is overrun with bands of raiders and enema informers." He threw open the chart." With ma squadron I must patrol and keep watch over the whole three hundred miles of coastline, from New York down to Cape Henry on Chesapeake Bay. It is a labyrinth? Inlets and rivers, coves and hiding places where you could fail to sight a three-decker at a mile's range. And every day the sea teems with shipping. From the norths and as far south as the Spanish Main and Caribbean? Dutch, Portuguese, Spanish, and most of'em intent on slipping past my patrols with stores and guns for the enemy?

He poured two more glasses of claret?

"However, now that you have brought these despatches we are aware of the extent of our dangers? The French are out in the open at last. I have already sent word to the Commander-in-Chief and all senior officers here."

He smiled." You did well, Bolitho. No one could have expected so newly appointed a commander to act as you did."

"Thank you, sir."

Bolitho thrust away the opposite side of the picture. Ifhe had sailed with the rich transports into an enema trap, the admiral would have spoken very differently?

"Pity about Miranda. We are cruelly short ob frigates."

"About the Bonaventure, sir, I was wondering…"

"You are a man who does a lot of wondering." The admiral continued to smile." Not too bad a fault in some. I knew your father. I hope he is well?" He did not wait for or expect an answer. He hurried on, "I am drafting fresh orders for you. The military, in their hastes unfortunately allowed an headquarters company to become lost." He added dryly, "Between ourselves, Is too, have done a certain amount of wondering. About some of our military colleagues ashore. Some, or so it would appear, did not obtain the necessary brains to match their appointments."

He gave an elaborate sigh." But then, who am I to judge? We are fortunate. We carry our homes, our manner of existence, around with us like sea-turtles. It is hard to compare that with some wretched infantryman, loaded down with pack and muskets footsore and half starved. He has to contend with living off the land, fighting shadows, being shot at by American woodsmen as well as coming to grips with well-trained troops."

Bolitho watched him curiously. On the face of it the admiral was nothing out of the ordinary, no more than you would expect of one backed up by his power and authority. But his features certainly hid a razor-sharp mind, the way he could throw it around from one aspect to the next without losing sight of anything?

"What about the Bonaventure, by the way?"

"She's big and fast, sir." Bolitho readjusted his mind again." At least forty guns and well handled. I am sure she was the one which followed us, yet was well able to outsail us when the time came." He waited, but the admiral's face was a mask." A match for any frigate."

"Point taken. I will make inquiries about her pedigree." He opened his watch." I want you to sai"

today and find that missing company of foot-soldiers before they are captured."

Bolitho stared at him." But, sir, I have my orders."

"Ah, yes." He bobbed his head." Now you have mine, eh?"

Bolitho sank back in the chair, "Yes, sir."

"I neglected to mention that the soldiers are transporting gold bullion. God knows the exact amounts I find it difficult on occasions to crack the military mind into precise details. But it is a great deal. Fortunes ob war, army pay, booty, whatever it is, you may be sure it is valuable." He smiled." It has a complete general with it!"

Bolitho swallowed the claret in one gulp?

"A general, sir?"

"No less. Take care, he is well connected, and not given to much tolerance." He continued evenly, "Your arrival is a godsend. I have only one small brig available, and I was loath to send her."

Bolitho stayed silent. Lose her, was probably wha?

he really meant?

"Arrangements have been made for some arma scouts to accompany you, and a small detachment is already trying to make contact with the missing company." He paused before saying quietly, "You will be under the instruction of one Colonel Foley. He knows the area well, so you must abide by his experience."

"I understand, sir."

"Good. I will have your written orders sent to you without delay." Another glance at the watch." I will expect you to be ready to weigh before dusk."

"May I ask where I am to go, sir?"

"You may not. It will be clear in your orders. I do not want the whole of New York to learn of it yet. General Washington has many friends here, just as we have many who are waiting to change sides if things go badly for us."

He held out his hand. It was over?

"Take care, Bolitho, England will need all her sons if she is to survive, let alone win this damn war. But if yo?

succeed in this venture you will be more than able to face whatever lies ahead. You can rejoin your own squadron with much more than seniority to your credit."

In something like a daze Bolitho found his way to the entry port, his mind grappling with the admiral's words?

This time he was greeted by the flag captain in person who asked quickly, "Has he told you what he wants of you?"

"Yes."

The captain studied Bolitho thoughtfully." The general's brother is a member of the Government.] thought I should tell you."

Bolitho tugged his hat down on his forehead." Thank you, sir. I will try to remember."

The captain grinned at his grave expression." You youngsters have all the luck!" His laughter was drowned by the trilling pipes as Bolitho climbed once more into his gig?

It was towards the end of the last dog watch when Bolitho's passenger, Colonel Hector Foley, climbed aboard from the guardboat. In his early thirties, he had

the dark, even swarthy good looks of a Spaniard, set off with a hooked nose and deepset brown eyes. The appearance seemed totally at odds with the impeccable scarlet coat and close-fitting white breeches of an infantry officer. He glanced around the stern cabin, and accepted Bolitho's offer of the sleeping compartment and cot with little more than a nod, before seating himself in one of the chairs. He was tall and straight-backed, and like Bolitho had to be careful when moving between the deckhead beams?

He took out his watch and said calmly, "I suggest you read your orders, Captain. Given luck, your part of the game should be no more than transport."

He did not smile or show any emotion which Bolitho could recognise. His contained, aloof manner was vaguely disturbing. Irritating. It made Bolitho feel cut ofb from the more vital aspects of his strange mission?

The orders took little time to read. He was to proceed with as much despatch as possible, some one hundred and fifty miles southward along the coastline of New Jersey. Under cover of darkness, if considered possible and prudent, he would then enter Delaware Bay to such distance and position as would be directed by Colonel Foley. He re-read the orders more slowly, conscious the whole time of Foley's polished boots tapping gently on the deck beside the table?

If considered possible and prudent. That passage seemed to stand out more than all the rest, and he was again reminded of Colquhoun's prophecy. It meant simply that it was his responsibility. Foley could suggest what he liked, pick any landing place or rendezvous with equal indifference to the problems ob sailing the ship close inshore through badly charted channels where in places the sea-bed was visible even to a man nearly blind?

He looked up." Can you tell me nothing more, sir?"

Foley shrugged." I have twenty scouts aboard. They will have to make the first contact."

The scouts had arrived some time before the colonel. They were Canadians, and in their buckskin clothing and fur caps, their outward appearance ob slovenly ease, gave little hint of being soldiers. Bolitho had seen them sprawled around the gun decks cleaning their assortment of weapons or idly watching the busy seamen with amused contempt?

Foley seemed to read his mind." They are good soldiers, Captain. Well used to this sort of warfare."

"I should have thought you could have obtained similar assistance locally, sir?"

Foley regarded him coldly." An American is an American. I do not choose to trust any of them if I can obtain an alternative."

"Then there seems little point in continuing the wars sir."

For the first time Foley smiled." I need to have perfect trust in my men. Idealists I do not need at present."

Stockdale opened the door and asked huskily, "Are you ready for the officers, sir?" He glanced at Foley? "Eight bells 'ave just struck."

"Yes."

Bolitho pulled at his neckcloth, angry that he could rise so easily to Foley's arrogance?

Fitch hurried into the cabin and fit two lanterns, for although it was early evening the sky was unusualla

overcast and the wind veered to the west with a hint ob rain in it. It was also hot and stuffy, and when the other officers had somehow crammed themselves into the cabin it was almost unbearable?

He waited, watching Foley's gently tapping boots as there were more delays while chairs were brought from the wardroom and in awkward, shuffling silence they got themselves sorted out?

Then he said, "We will weigh as soon as this meeting is over. Is everything prepared, Mr. Tyrrell?"

Tyrrell had his eyes fixed on the colonel." Aye, sir."

"Mr. Buckle?"

"Ready, sir."

Bolitho looked at the carefully worded orders, recalling Tyrrell's astonishment when he had returned from the flagship?

He had blurted out, "But we ain't had time to take on water, sir."

The admiral had kept to his word on the matter ob secrecy. He was not even going to allow the Sparrow's boats in contact with the shore, no matter for what purpose?

What he would have said if he had learned that Lock had begged a trip ashore in a passing lighter, Bolitho could not imagine. Lock had returned just as secretla with severyl large casks of lemons, and a more mournful face than usual as he had told of their cost?

He said, "We will proceed to the south'rd and enter Delaware Bay. There we will act in co-operation with the army and take aboard…"

Foley interrupted calmly, "I think that will suffice for the present, Captain." Without looking at Bolitho he added, "So, gentlemen, your duty is to ensure that this vessel is in the right place at the right time, and reada to fight if necessary to complete the mission."

The others shifted in their seats, and Bolitho saw the two midshipmen staring at him with surprise. To thems Foley's obvious control must seem strange?

Buckle muttered, "Bad bit o' coast down there, sir? Shoals and sandbars a'plenty." He sucked his teeth noisily." Bad."

Foley glanced at Bolitho, his deepset eyes showin^

annoyance." We are not here to discuss the competence or otherwise of your officers, surely?"

Bolitho met his gaze steadily, suddenly very calm? "Indeed not, sir. I will vouch for my people." He paused? "Just as I am sure you will vouch for yours when the time comes."

In the stiff silence Bolitho heard Tilby's booming voice along the upper deck, driving some unfortunate man about his work. Again, he had made a bad starts but he was unrepentant?

Foley nodded slowly." We shall see."

Graves asked, "May I speak, sir?"

Bolitho nodded?

"Why cannot one of the inshore squadron do this mission, sir?"

Foley stood up, his head lowered between the beams." Because your vessel is the more suitables Lieutenant. Not, I assure you, because you are in any way outstanding in such work."

Bolitho looked at their faces. Resentment, surpriseB

even hurt. It was all there?

He said slowly, "Carry on, gentlemen. Call all hands in ten minutes."

When they had filed out he said, "You have said that my duty is to act as your transport. How I do it is ma responsibility, and I am not required to remain quiet while you insult my officers."

When the soldier stayed silent he continued, "These same men helped to save two transports which are needed so badly for the military. They fought and sank a privateer and helped to drive away another, more powerful ship."

"For which you will receive the credit, no doubt?"

Bolitho faced him quickly, his voice low with anger? "Thank you, Colonel. I had no doubt you expected me to say that in front of the others, just so you could make such a suggestion." He picked up his hat." Had] known that the army was already quitting Philadelphias I might have spent more time in harrying that privateer than dragging my heels with your transports!"

Foley smiled." Well said, Captain. I like a man who can still show some feeling."

Bolitho slammed out of the cabin and strode unseeingly to the companion ladder. He could tell from the way some seamen avoided his eye, the alert manner with which young Bethune was studying the flagship, that they could all recognise his fury?

Had he changed so much? Before he would have laughed or cursed at Foley's rudeness once his back was turned. Now, at the mention of some criticism, the merest hint of an attack on his subordinates, and therefore his ship, was enough to drive away control and reason?

Tyrrell came aft and said quietly, "I know those waters well enough, sir. Mr. Buckle is a mite bothereds but I can stand by him."

"I know. Thank you."

He had seen Tyrrell's expression when Buckle had voiced his concern at the meeting. He had been about to make the same suggestion. Perhaps that was why he had rushed in to defend the master against Foley's sarcasm. Foley had already made it clear what he thought of Americans. Rebels, colonists, or those unwillingly caught between the crossfire of differen?

factions and divided families, any of them?

Tyrrell turned to watch the gig being swayed up and over the starboard gangway?

"Bit of a bastard, that one, sir." He shrugged." I've met 'em before."

Bolitho bit back the reproof he should have given? But what was the use? Even Bethune must have seen the antagonism between himself and Foley?

"Let us hope he knows what he is doing, Mr. Tyrrell? For all our sakes."

The boatswain's mates charged along the gun deck and hovered over hatchways as they bawled, "All hands! All hands! Clear lower deck!"

Bolitho said, "I did not get time to discover any news of your family."

"Ah well." Tyrrell tilted his hat to shade his eyes in a shaft of dying sunlight." Maybe later."

The hatch casing slid open and Foley appeared at the top of the companion?

Bolitho said evenly, "I must ask you to leave the quarterdeck, sir." He saw him start angrily and added, «Or cover your red coat. It will not help if we are seen to be carrying even one soldier with us."

Foley witherew and Tyrrell said cheerfully, "One to you, sir!"

"It was unintended." Bolitho took a telescope and trained it beyond the anchored shipping." Our sailing must be seen as normal. Spies will have reported our arrival and no doubt will think only of our despatches.] don't intend to have the news abroad that we are going on some special mission. The world may soon know ob it, but the later the better."

He walked to the quarterdeck rail, watching the seamen being mustered at their stations by the petta officers, but wondering at the truth of his words. Could a man like Foley really make him so quick to hit back as Tyrrell believed?

"Man the capstan!"Tilby was clinging to the foremast shrouds, his mottled face shining with sweat as he yelled at the scurrying seamen." Jump to it, you idle buggers, or I'll be amongst you with my starter!" Caught off guard by the unexpected sailing orders, he was showing signs of a recent drinking bout?

Bolitho looked at Buckle." Once we have worked clear of the land we will get the t'gallants on her. The wind seems steady enough, but we'll have rain before nightfall, I'm thinking."

Buckle tugged his hat." Aye, sir." He hesitated." I'm sorry I spoke out as I did. I should have known different."

Bolitho smiled." Better to speak your doubts before you meet trouble. It is too late when you are hard aground, eh?" He touched his arm lightly." But before we draw that close to land we will see what Sparrow can do under full canvas."

He walked away, hoping Buckle felt less worried. It could not be easy for him either. His first ship as master, and about to plunge into dangerous waters he had never seen before?

"Anchor's hove short, sir!" Graves 's voice was loud on the blustery wind?

Bolitho looked at Tyrrell." Get the ship under way, if you please."

He swung round as a chorus of derisive laughter burst from deck below. A seaman had caught his foot on one of the army scout's muskets and gone sprawling into the scuppers. It seemed to amuse the soldiers greatly?

Bolitho added coldly, "With this fresh wind you'll need plenty of weight on the capstan bars." He let his eyes rest on the Canadians?

Tyrrell grinned." Right away, sir!" He cupped his hands." Bosun! Put those men on th' capstan!" He silenced the immediate protests by adding, "Don't hesitate to start 'em if you find 'em slacking!"

Bolitho thrust his hands beneath his coat tails and walked away from the rail so that he could watch the topmen more easily. He had taken enough insults from Foley. There was no good reason for his own seamen to suffer also?

"Anchor's aweigh, sir!"

He stared up at the thundering pattern of canvas as the ship heeled over, free to the wind?

Once clear of the land's sheltering arm the motion became more violent, the waves shorter and the colou_

of straw in the dull light. Spray lifted and dashed over the busy seamen and pattered across the quarterdeck like heavy rain. Bolitho felt it on his lips and wet against his shirt, sensing the released power as the courses and then the topgallant sails filled and bellied to the wind?

He watched the jib-boom rise towards the scudding clouds, stagger and then plunge forward and down over the next line of crests, the stays and shrouds gleaming like wet ebony. He pictured the angra Sparrow beneath the beakhead clutching its oak leaves and acorns, and wondered if the Bonaventure's captain had seen it when he had broken off the actions and would remember it?

Tyrrell lurched aft, his body angled steeply to the deck. He yelled to the mizzen topmen before pausing to check those working at the weather braces. Fitch scurried past carrying a bucket and Tyrrell called after him?

Bolitho shouted above the thunder of canvas, "What is it?"

Tyrrell laughed." Th' colonel's being sick, sir! E shame, ain't y it.B

"Terrible." Bolitho turned away to hide a grin? "Especially as it seems to be blowing harder now!"

Buckle clung to the binnacle and yelled, "Steady she goes, sir! Sou'-east by south!"

"Hold her so!" Bolitho removed his hat and let the wind press the hair against his forehead. We will wear ship soon." He walked up the deck and rapped the half-hour glass beside the compass." I am going below to inform the colonel."

As he swung down the ladder he heard Tyrrell laughing and Buckle's equally cheerful chuckle. It was a small thing. But it was a beginning?

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