“Looooo-ceeeeee!!” He yelled, sounding like Desi Arnaz. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. 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. Ann Veronica watched her and wondered about her. ‘Poor Hilary.
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