As the sisters sat over their tea talking, the elder began to boast of the advantages of town life: saying how comfortably they lived there, how well they dressed, what fine clothes her children wore, what good things they ate and drank, and how she went to the theatre, promenades, and entertainments.
And that these exiled to the borderlands are far less rigid than are their sisters in the great cities.
That was among her few lucid, observational thoughts while being dragged off the wagon and through the gate at a pace almost too brisk for her wobbly feet to manage. This red must be six feet from sole to scalp, leaning against the wall, his head shaved except his scalplock, his clothing clean.
There would be- no problem following.