It was a boy baby cooing in swaddling clothes, a baby who had just been born to the butcher's servant across the alley, the maid Isobella who trailed behind, beaming. ” He was arrested for a moment by an indistinct picture of Veronica reading this last sentence. ” 263 < 33 > REUNITED Sebastian stood in an empty door frame, smiling. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. Everything goes—the copra for oil, the fibre of the husk for rope, and the shell for carbon.
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