“Any choice as to which of the Halls? You can pick and choose, you know. One would think that you enjoyed crawling away out of your world into hiding, with a very foolish wicked wife. ” “Yes, I believe that was the name. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. Her name is Lucia, she works in the Alberti Yarn Shop, across from Florestano the Butcher!” I happily rewarded her with a shiny new Florin and sent her off. “A confusion of motives—that’s what I am!. "Come to me!" cried the poor maniac, who had crawled as far as the chain would permit her,—"come to me!" she cried, extending her thin arm towards him. Slowly and ruefully she realized why marriage was so idealized among her generations of those before her. 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.
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