Upstairs, in the little dressing-room, the panel was opened by means of tugging a small candlesconce in the wall. ‘You’re only making things worse, you little idiot. 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. Thank goodness you’ll understand. The baby boy was delivered in a sea of black blood, born dead and blue, and strangled by plague. . I—well, I lost my temper. ’ Gerald cast a swift look up the corridor, but there was no one there, not even a shadow. But I give you this warning, and let it sink in. Then to the Golden Ball, in the same street.
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