“Mr. Towne,” Dr. Flagg rasped, “I hope you will keep that rum safe for me until I take care of this girl’s stepmother.” He looked at me and gave a nearly imperceptible sniff. “Well, missie, do not waste my time. Let us be off!”
I trailed him out the door and watched him climb into a rickety gig that looked as if it had seen better days—and many of them indeed. “On Gould Hill, correct?” he asked.
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