Only after her husband had departed for the village, there to observe the prize-fight that was the high point of the pleasure fair, did she rise. Skirting the bed in which she now slept alone, she performed her ablutions at the corner basin stand. Her digestive system thus far demonstrating a relative quiescence, she then dressed without assistance, careful to avoid her reflection in the looking-glass. Livvy opened her bedroom door. With dragging footsteps, she started down the hall. She wasn’t eager to encounter anyone, especially her hostess, who had an annoying ability to see precisely what one wished she would not. Perhaps it was due to this circumstance that temptation came her way. Ordinarily, Livvy would not have stooped to snooping, save at Lady Bligh’s command. Today, when she heard raised voices issuing from behind a closed door, she lingered outside. Here, it seemed, was another relationship grown strained. “You may take your damned questions to the devil, gadjo. You never asked before,”
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