We've made a pretty penny by him—sixty guineas this blessed day. One of the coolies held the paper lantern. With the extra seventy-five pounds she had put after birthing her final son, Steven, her knees weren’t in good shape to be running up and down stairs all day. A pair of startled blue eyes looked up into his. Don't unman him. Winny, this is the last night I shall pass beneath your father's roof.
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