Sharpe picked up his lady, making sure his great coat was wrapped around her securely. Amidst the cheers of the crowd, he carried her off the stage in his arms. First things, first, he thought. He had to get her dressed while his baser instincts were still in check.
“D’you know the market at all, lass? We have to get you some shoes and a dress.
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