”
“We’ve come past it, miss,” the man answered, with a note of finality in his gruff
voice. These petals! I’ve been wanting to cry all the evening, cry here
on your shoulder for my petals. What of it?”
There was a shout of laughter. “I will not have this slavery,” she said. It was a boy baby cooing in
swaddling clothes, a baby who had just been born to the
butcher's servant across the alley, the maid Isobella who
trailed behind, beaming. Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the
further door. "
"Oh!" exclaimed the widow, covering her face with her hands. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short
thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. "
"Rely on me," rejoined the executioner, throwing away his pipe, which was just
finished.
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