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completing his training and studies in Philadelphia, Gabriel had spent the last two years traveling abroad in Europe.
    But Hannah was his sister, and he did not wish to see her hurt. He needed to discuss the issue with his father, but now he had a more pressing issue-his father-in-law, Joseph Gannon.
    Joseph Gannon, a dominating man with high ambitions, was among the elite of Philadelphia society, a respected member of the Pennsylvania Assemble, a renowned Philadelphia lawyer. He had become one of the leading voices in the Philadelphia Assembly. He had made it known he wished to continue on in the developing circumstances.  Jonathan had heard whisperings of opposition to his attaining the goals he strove for.
    Jonathan had met Catherine Gannon upon his entrance into the College of Philadelphia, two years back. Her brother, Stephen, whom was classmates with Jonathan, introduced the two. At first glance, Jonathan had been instantly smitten with Catherine and her exquisite beauty. There were few who could compare with her creamy skin, flawlessly done blonde hair, vivid dancing blue eyes and her laugh, a warm contagious laugh with a sparkle within. Her political views lay with her father, whom she felt could do no wrong. In that thankfully they were on the same side.
    The Gannon’s were close personal friends of the Franklins, long endeared throughout the colonies the colonies and England. They also had strong ties to England where Catherine’s mother was from. Joseph Gannon held influence over many venues in the colonies.
    “Go to sleep and stop your excessive drinking,” Jonathan advised Gabriel. “I will send for Catherine when I’m done with my mission. I hope you will be in shape to escort if the need arises.”
    Having said his last words, he took a deep breath and straightened his waistcoat.  He closed the apartment door behind him and walked briskly down the narrow street which led to the house he sought. He turned up a stone path crossing a lawn to the front of a large which colonial house.
    He knocked lightly, taking a quick glance over his shoulder. The door cracked open, slowly allowing him entrance. A huge London-made clock in the foyer chimed, seven-thirty. He wasn’t sure why the time was of importance.
    The butler escorted him into the massive foyer, grand elegant furnished, and wallpaper imported from Italy, a crystal chandelier centered the ceiling. He waited for Joseph Gannon to meet him in his study. No, Jonathan thought, his home in Williamsburg couldn’t compare to the comforts supplied within these walls.
    He was under no illusions when it came to his Catherine. She was spoiled, badly, but he thought of no other, loved no other as he did her. Stephen had joked that Jonathan was the first to put his foot down with Catherine, frustrating her to no end so that she would have no one but Jonathan.
    Joseph Gannon appeared in the doorway, looking none too pleased. Jonathan took a deep breath in as he walked in and the door closed behind him.
    * * * *
    Two weeks had passed since that morning, a morning etched in his mind for an eternity, one that he had no desire to revisit. Much had occurred, but Gannon had relented and accepted Jonathan on conditions. Conditions that Jonathan had vehemently fought. Catherine, though, begged him, pleaded with him to accept.
    “Please, Jonathan,” she cried. Tears poured forth from her lovely eyes. He didn’t know how to battle her tears. “Is it too much to ask in truth? You are accepting a commission. If I go to Williamsburg, who would I know?”
    “My family,” Jonathan answered without hesitation. “They will love you. My sister is only a couple of years younger. You two will be the best of friends.”
    “But you won’t be there,” she pouted her tiny lips. “Father says it would be best to wait until the time you will be by my side. He worries so about me….”
    “But what of now? You are honestly telling me you won’t mind if I’m gone,” he looked at