Rosie could stand no more. She put down the plates she’d been holding since Sarah and Elizabeth had burst through the door and took the cutlery Connie clutched in her hands, putting it on the table and holding Connie tight, two women in distress, taking comfort and giving comfort. Rosie’s cheeks were wet when she released Connie. ‘Come,’ she said, leading her before the fire. ‘Sit down, I have something to say to you all.’
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