She came to spend hours with the bastard children that the women brought, dressing and feeding the tiny ones, inventing games for the older ones. Bowing to the stranger, the woollen-draper very politely requested to know his business. She felt a new warmth in her blood, a strange sense of elation crept over her. I killed him, Nigel. “In the end,” it seemed to be thinking, “they embalmed me with the utmost respect—sound spices chosen to endure—the best! I took my world as I found it. Even our coarseness.
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