Lucia watched in fascination as Isobella nodded at her, only three years older than she, nursing her son with a contented smile upon her face. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. Anna was singing as she used to sing. The spinsters had purchased one grass-linen tablecloth; the girl and the young man had purchased nothing.
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