She reloaded. "He must be somewhere hereabouts," cried one of the horsemen, dismounting. His mother smiled in return, an act that brightened her thin face. You were dying and your baby along with you. Of course, at home there would have been questions. The ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was relaxed. This was irregular.
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