“I am very glad to hear you say it,” he repeated, and refrained from further inquiry. 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. To-night I locked up my flat at six o’clock. “I’m thirsty.
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