\" He mumbled, his eyes on her breasts. 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. One of the shutters was a trifle damaged, letting in added light. I was forced to lay on a bed of nails for three days.
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