Barleycorn had sent to the mat for the count of nine: unless the young fool's daddy had a bundle of coin. At this time of day the priest would be at his apartments in Brewer Street, a short walk away from Golden Square which the building overlooked. ‘That is not your affair. ’ *** Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of damp linen.
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