That's the job. 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. "Aha! my lad!" he cried without appearing to regard the pain of the wound; "now I'll show you no quarter. “I rue the day I ever met you, Sebastianus. Martin’s parents looked at each other in embarrassed, silent communication.
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