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This was enough for the poor widow. I was always told my mother died the day I was born. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. A wedding procession turned the corner. ’ Miss Froxfield intervened quickly as her betrothed showed signs of erupting again. Now the baby’s bright May eyes peered up at her intently. Cathy's eyes widened, her cheeks expanding to a smile.
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