Her eyes noted it mercilessly. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. " Ruth slightly brushed the withered cheek. She saw marks in the dirt where he had been pacing. But he died when he was a child—long ago—long ago—long ago. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. "Thanks.
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