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The winds carried the thousands of rumors floating in the town's outskirts to its kernel and centers, until every little cottage up or down the street, whether beside or beyond, whispered its echoes to all heeding ears. Not that there had been any inattentive ears to be found guilty of not resounding the call for gossip in the town of Mudfog. Certainly not! For the sake of slander and gossip, all the people of Mudfog shared an unbreakable connection: tied by wonted feelings of superiority, and immaterial curiosity to every little detail or secret that the air breathes from the locks, cracks and gaps in the walls of neighboring houses or even far off suburban at that. Among those rumors, there was a particularly appetizing patch of gossip: relating to the arrival of a peculiar lady to Mudfog's soon. All the townspeople went into riots because of this, and the usually barren and soundless town suddenly came to life. ...read more.


Why, even the homeless old man, though bad of hearing offered a comfortable commodity for this gossip in his waxed ears and seemed unusually attentive: always gazing carefully in the direction of the streets, as if expecting a ghost to pop out suddenly! In regards to the root of all this gossip, however; she was trekking through the countryside, heading onwards town. She was a hooded figure, and much less could be seen of her features up close. But the pain with which that figure treaded was obvious to the onlooker from her occasional, awkward waddling on the soles of her feet. And the distance which she travelled must have been far; for her clothes had been worn out and tattered. Even so, she did not halt in her way, and walked on with a renewed sense of purpose in her gleaming, green eyes: intent upon a goal, which she would stake pain for the sake of achieving Wary of the tiny heart ...read more.


The reasons for this issue remained a mystery to the townspeople that they could not solve. All they could do was leave it up to their highly imaginative minds to conjure up unsupportable conjectures that would not serve to enlighten the dullest of human hearts. Meanwhile, the lady had been a direct witness to the troubling relations between man and child in Mudfog. I say man and child, without inferring to any discrimination based on age, instead children or paupers-as anciently recorded in the hollow pages of town customs- had been treated like an entirely different species of creatures, who's distinguishing qualities can only mount up to pauper, pauper and pauper. Though disturbed by this image, the lady contended herself to look for other places to live. Unbeknownst to her, time had been running quite short, and the boy's time to start his life in this world of sorrow and trouble was inevitably going to begin soon, regardless of her wishes where that would be. ...read more.

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