No need to do such things. She held out both her hands. Not Trodger. “I feel shabby and disgraced. " "Don't be angry with me, Sir," cried the widow, sobbing bitterly, "pray don't. Bring me clothing, I beg of you. The nuns had no regard for the sensibilities of a “lady” and expected Melusine— for it was her allotted task—to clean and tend the soldier’s wounds even when they festered. Not for me.
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