We went
our ways. Entering the
workshop, he found the blacksmith occupied in heating the tire of a cart wheel. He knew not how to act, urged as
he was in two directions. Marina doted
over her pregnant daughter, adorned in fine brocades,
reassuring her that it was certain to be a either a baby boy
or a girl of such great beauty she would eclipse them
both. He had already spoken his mind on the folly of allowing a
clearly dangerous female to escape a second time. It had ceased now, but as he closed in on the area, a
faint muttering came to his ears. It consisted, like pre-Roman Gaul, of three parts. So I dare say I was christened Jack. “What’s that for?” He said. Side by side with the cheese
(its never-failing accompaniment, in all seasons, at the carpenter's board) came a
tankard of swig, and a toast.
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