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A BUNDLE OF LIFE


was very old, and she wept until she could weep no more.

When Silas’s make-believe laughter was turned into yells of pain, Abram his son-in-law said:

“Get you up, now, Silas the sinner, and ask you the Big Man to forgive you your trespasses.”

Silas and Nansi made ready to depart to the mud-walled, straw-thatched cottage in which the rats had bitten sores into old Nanni’s face; before they set out, Abram brought to them Jos, Leisa’s first-born child.

“Take you this brat of sin with you now, little people,” he said, “for he is not of my bowels.”

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