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. Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect. But he did not follow on with the thought. ‘I am glad it is you, because you can help me. She sat in deep thought for a moment or two, and then nodding briskly, dipped the pen in the ink again and began to write. ‘Yes, very rude,’ agreed the major.
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