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I promised Josiah Beardsley that ye'd maybe take out his tonsils today, though.

I'd met Josiah Beardsley, a youth with the worst-looking set of abscessed tonsils I'd ever seen, the day before.

It was Josiah Beardsley, my potential tonsillectomy patient, and whatever he'd been doing since the Gathering, it hadn't improved his health to any marked extent.

Jamie explained, sitting back in his saddle, "while I go and call upon the Beardsleys alone.

With luck, we'll be well away before anything's said-no chance of Beardsley leaving us to pursue the lad then.

The Beardsleys, whoever and however many of them there were, were likely still within.

I was more than curious about these Beardsleys-and more than slightly apprehensive about the prospects of having one or more male Beardsleys riding with us, given recent events.

I was used to the odors of a winter-sealed cabin, where the scents of sweat, dirty clothes, wet feet, greasy hair, and slop jars mingled with baking bread, stewing meat, and the subtler notes of fungus and mold, but the aroma within the Beardsley residence went well beyond the norm.

He gave Beardsley a dark look of mingled pity and dislike, and shook his head slowly.

Aside from need of my medical box, I was finding the company of the Beardsleys rather unnerving.

As Beardsley at last subsided, gasping and making mewling noises, Jamie straightened up, gasping himself, and gave Mrs.

I hadn't liked Beardsley in the least, and yet I had been totally engaged in the struggle to preserve his life, to ease his suffering.

Jamie had fteed Beardsley very suddenly from the prison of his stricken body.

It was well past dark by the time we had finished everything at the Beardsley farm, tidied up, repacked the bags, and resaddled the horses.

He hadn't chosen to bury Beardsley under that tree from a sense either of aesthetics or convenience.