[ sharpe doesn't like the books. they alarm him. they upset him. they shouldn't work. they are impossible things. and so, for the most part, although he has listened and (slowly-painfully-troublingly) read, he has never replied.
not until now.
it's her. he recognizes the voice. how could he ignore it? the new feather he'd found the day after his own arrival. ]
[ voice ]
not until now.
it's her. he recognizes the voice. how could he ignore it? the new feather he'd found the day after his own arrival. ]
...Filtering, Miss Molly?