” “Much better,” she agreed. She dare not risk it. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. . A corner could hold the promise of a shelf of dainty crystals, volcanic ices of rainbow colors, or figurines of saints sculpted from horn and bone reenacting their martyrdoms on delicate miniature wooden stages. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. “But you do not know,” she whispered, “whether I am a married woman or not. " The phrase was new, but Ruth nodded understandingly.
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