Are you going to write a novel?” “Not I,” she answered gaily. She silently willed him to stop his pacing, to calm down. 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. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. “I know. It was she! The Dawn Pearl! He vaulted the veranda rail, careless now whether or not he was heard, and ran down to the beach.
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