When Penn awoke he was uncertain as to his location or condition. He ached in every part of his person. Each minute movement brought a reminder of his experience.

A coolness brushed his forehead. Penn opened his eyes to discover Miss Wilcox brushing the hair from his face. Her expression was warm, concerned. Penn realized his head was pillowed in her lap, and attempted to rise.

"Lay still, Mr. Penn," Miss Wilcox breathed.

And, indeed, Penn discovered he could do little else.

"You have been most brave, Mr. Penn, most stalwart. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You need not beg my pardon, for you have earned it." She smiled.

"Mistress," Penn began, and Miss Wilcox shushed him. "Mistress, I must - I ask you - let me speak." Miss Wilcox smiled, then, and nodded. "It is only that I have realized, just now, that I was, in truth, less diligent than I might have been. I realize that beneath it all what I have desired most, from the very beginning, please forgive...

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