“Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. ” Sebastian instructed, looking up from his meal. ” The official had no more to say. You can scribble if you want to, but after you've given your eight hours daily to the mills. A sacrifice. " The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast.
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