Listen, Jack. She bathed frequently with ash and lye soap stolen from traders. “I can say no more. At sight of his wan features, she forgot the urgency of her need for a moment, and fell to her knees at his bedside, placing her hands on his slack ones where they lay on the soiled coverlet. A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a little shy.
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