November 1797. For the first time since reaching Paris in spring ‘93 Tom would have felt confident of being well received somewhere. He’d been travelling constantly since February 1796, almost 2 years ago, and would have had some say in what he was going to do for the first time in 4 years. Broken and exhausted he still must have felt like kissing the ground when he crossed the border from Spain into France.
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