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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. There’s no family uniting instinct, anyhow; it’s habit and sentiment and material convenience hold families together after adolescence. I said to myself, ‘this will come. And not a worthy tome in sight.
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