You must forgive the poet’s license I take. She was to be handed over with her dowry of three thousand Florins, plus her pet bird, six chickens, her mother’s fine linens, a small book of poetry. ‘I broke in. “Gellett,” he called, “just come and clear up a mess, will you? I’ve smashed some things.
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