So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. "Good work. All alone; and nobody cared whether he lived or died. They struck her as cold and indifferent. 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.
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