THREE:Naomi heard him tramp off, talking of "goldings" and "fuggles." She lay very still, hoping that the light would soon go, and give rest to her tired eyesbut she was too utterly weary to ask Mrs. Backfield to draw the curtains. Her mother-in-law put the baby back in its cradle, then sat down at the foot of the bed, folding her arms over her breast. She was tired after her labours in the house and in the sick-room, and soon she began to doze. Naomi felt more utterly alone than before.
19 August 2015, John Doe
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THREE:"My lord, I await your pleasure," replied the monk submissively.
THREE:"But it seems that there's a regular riot going onquite a number of people have been hurt, and two ploughlands trodden up. Kadwell went over, but says he can do nothing.""She slept a bit this afternoon. I took her a cup of tea at five, but I think the heat tries her."
THREE:He didn't answerand then suddenly he turned on her and shouted:"Mary Byles," he began, "I have one more question to ask you. How many drops of that fatal potion was it that Edith Holgrave told you to give my lord's infant?"