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. . A cold shiver came over her. "I mean to have no one but yourself in it. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. “Of course. It’s all very handsome starting out on your own, but it’s too damned hard. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. There’s no family uniting instinct, anyhow; it’s habit and sentiment and material convenience hold families together after adolescence. Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. Curiosity held her by one hand, urging her to recklessness, and caution held her by the other. But he knew.
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