" A prophecy which was to be fulfilled in a singular way. 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. Makes you real. Shoving between them, she confronted the captain herself. Perhaps, after all, the others were right. ‘You are the one that I have met in London. The blue jowl, the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head, the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the doctor's olden mental picture.
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