Then suddenly the curtain would fall. 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. She found herself looking sheepishly around the bedroom when a sudden tingle of electricity moved from her groin, fanning out from her belly. One or two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other, would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. She felt that she was not alone. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I haven’t had a minute’s peace. Fine but strong lines marked the profile: that would speak for courage and resolution. The knight and his followers crossed the threshold, leaving one of the torch-bearers behind them.
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