Mr. Garvald was a dutiful young man full of faith and although he'd admit he'd rather stay at home by his fireside, he went out and fought the necessary fight with a trembling heart and ready hands. The woman was a haggard, black-faced gypsy, and when my mother asked for more she turned on her heel and spoke gibberish; for which she was presently driven out of the place by Tarn Roberton, the baillie, and the village dogs.
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