“I thank you for your advice,” she said. Suddenly, she heard the crunch of new feet on the gravel. She went to market every day to fetch the daily bread and more herbs for more medicines and potions, plus treats for the apprentices made of honey and almond paste. "Open my heart, Father of Mercy!" she murmured, in a humble tone, and with downcast looks, "and make me sensible of the error of my ways. People running, screaming, hiding. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. Have you seen much of her lately?” “Nothing at all,” he answered.
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